Love
The Silence That Said Everything
It was past midnight—12:30 AM, to be exact. The lights in my room had been turned off for a while, yet I remained wide awake, staring at the screen of my phone. Your last message still hovered there: “I’ll text you later.” You never did. It had all started so casually. You entered my life like a breeze before a storm—sudden, unexpected, and strangely comforting. We talked every day—about everything and nothing. Some conversations were light, filled with silly jokes, while others were deeper, late-night confessions wrapped in warmth. Your laughter felt like medicine, your words like a balm to my restless mind.
By Shuvodip Biswas about a year ago in Fiction
Echoes of Us
I sit on your side of the bed—only, it’s not your side anymore, is it? You’re gone, and nothing can change that. Soon, the hollow in your pillow will rise, the shape of you forgotten. The scent you left behind will fade, replaced by something that doesn’t know your name.
By Jordan Dalzellabout a year ago in Fiction
A Home Away from Home
A New Life It was a beautiful day in the small village of Ashwood. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing their sweet melodies. In the midst of this peaceful atmosphere, a stranger arrived in the village. His name was Jack, and he was a young man from England. Jack had left his home in search of a new life. He was tired of the hustle and bustle of city life and wanted to experience the peace and tranquility of rural life. As he walked through the village, he was struck by its beauty. The thatched roofs of the cottages, the green fields, and the sparkling stream that ran through the village all combined to create a sense of serenity. Jack decided to stay in the village and make it his home. He rented a small cottage on the outskirts of the village and began to settle into his new life. As he explored the village, he met the villagers and was struck by their kindness and hospitality. One of the villagers who befriended Jack was an elderly man named Raja. Raja was a wise and kind man who had lived in the village all his life. He was respected by the villagers for his wisdom and his ability to bring people together. Raja took a liking to Jack and decided to mentor him. He taught Jack about the village and its customs, and he introduced him to the other villagers. As Jack spent more time with Raja, he began to learn about the importance of community and the value of living a simple life. One day, Raja took Jack to the village square and showed him a large stone. The stone had been there for centuries, and it was a symbol of the village's strength and resilience. Raja told Jack that the stone had been placed there by the village's ancestors, and it was a reminder of the village's rich history. As Jack listened to Raja's story, he felt a sense of connection to the village. He realized that he had found a new home, and he was grateful to Raja for showing him the way. As the days turned into weeks, Jack became an integral part of the village community. He helped the villagers with their daily tasks, and he participated in the village's cultural events. The villagers grew to love Jack, and they were grateful to him for bringing new energy and enthusiasm to their community. One day, a severe drought hit the village. The crops began to wither, and the villagers were worried about their livelihood. Raja called a meeting of the villagers to discuss the situation. Jack attended the meeting and suggested that the villagers work together to build a canal to bring water from a nearby river. The villagers were skeptical at first, but Jack's enthusiasm and determination eventually won them over. They worked together to build the canal, and it was completed in a few weeks. The villagers were overjoyed when they saw the water flowing through the canal and irrigating their crops. The drought was eventually overcome, and the village prospered once again. The villagers were grateful to Jack for his ingenuity and his leadership. Raja was proud of Jack for showing the villagers the importance of working together and using their skills and resources to overcome challenges. As Jack looked out at the thriving village, he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had found a new home, and he had made a difference in the lives of the people he had come to care about. The story of Jack and the village of Ashwood is a testament to the power of community and the importance of working together to overcome challenges. It shows that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and that with determination and perseverance, anything is possible.
By Thousand heartsabout a year ago in Fiction
Scene after Blind audition for an orchestra
“I’m just mediocre.” I echoed with a sigh. I couldn’t believe that one of the judges said that to me, and that I needed to study the music better, because I often played notes much longer than needed, or too fast.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
WHY?
Why do I still crave your love? Why do I still care if you're okay? Why do I still long to hear your voice, even after all the pain you caused me? You hurt me deeply—you betrayed me over and over again like I was never enough. You left me searching for reasons, while you went searching for love somewhere else. But deep down… you knew that wasn’t love. What I gave you was real. It was pure. It was unconditional.
By Leesyanna Peart about a year ago in Fiction
"The Last Ride Out of Marlowe"
The town of Marlowe, Texas, was a place where dust settled on your boots almost immediately, and secrets lingered as persistently as the August heat. Carter Briggs had not returned in seventeen years—not since he left in the dead of night with a duffel bag filled with guilt and his father's old Colt .45. Now, at thirty-six, with weary eyes and a jaw marked by regret, he found himself gazing out the window of a Greyhound bus as the Marlowe city limits sign passed by
By Md.Nayeemul Islam Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter by the Lake
On the quiet edge of a small village, there was a lake where time seemed to slow down. Every afternoon, Ayan would sit under the old tamarind tree, sketching the ripples on the water and watching the birds fly home. One day, while he was drawing, he noticed a piece of folded paper tucked between the roots of the tree. Curious, he picked it up. It was a letter. “To the one who sits by the lake, I see you every day, lost in your art. I wonder what you’re thinking, and whether you see me too. If you read this, leave a flower on the stone by the tree. If not, I’ll know it’s just my silly heart.” The next day, Ayan brought a marigold and left it on the stone. The letters kept coming, and he replied with small notes of his own. They never saw each other, yet their words were full of color, laughter, and quiet dreams. Over weeks, a silent love grew. One rainy evening, Ayan sat by the tree with a single red rose, his heart pounding. As thunder rolled across the sky, someone approached, holding a yellow umbrella. It was Mira—the girl who lived across the lake. Their eyes met, and no words were needed. The letters had already said it all.
By Sijan Ahamedabout a year ago in Fiction
