Love
Just the Two of Us, My Darling - The Sequel
Part I of Just the Two of Us, My Darling (Forever) did not end well. You can read it here if you missed it: Tommaso held Azzurra in his arms as he started to weep. Deep soulful sobs. “Why, why, why,” he kept repeating to himself as he watched his love slipping away.
By Calvin London5 months ago in Fiction
Fatina
When I was married, the three of them would get together outside of work, but I was never invited. I guess they assumed that because I had a wife, I had no need for a social life. Or maybe my wife wouldn’t let me hang out with three women, even if I spent 7 hours a day with them. If only they knew how much I need the interaction.
By LaZeric Freeman 5 months ago in Fiction
Andreas Szakacs on Michael: An Actor’s Reflection on Legacy, Performance, and Emotion
As an actor, I didn’t approach this film as a historian or critic. I approached it as someone trying to understand performance, emotion, and the weight of becoming a legend. And in that sense, the film offers more questions than answers.
By Andreas szakacs5 months ago in Fiction
Love's Arena. Top Story - May 2026.
Night's euphoric glow in the long breath of stillness. A sharp, still air that hangs, as my voiceless words stumble in my throat. I am out of place here, a cut out, pasted down onto love's arena: a tournament of a woman, abandoned by her lover.
By Susan L. Marshall5 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Lantern of Dera”. AI-Generated.
In the dusty heart of Dera Ismail Khan, where the Indus River whispered ancient secrets to the date palms, lived a boy named Zain. He was twelve, thin as river reed, with eyes that carried the color of late monsoon skies. Every evening, as the call to prayer floated over the rooftops, Zain would climb the crumbling stairs of the old haveli and light his grandfather’s brass lantern.
By Waleed khan5 months ago in Fiction
BROKEN FOREVER
People often said she had the most beautiful smile. What they didn’t know… was how much it cost her to wear it. Ayesha was the kind of girl who lit up every room she entered. Her laughter felt real, her eyes sparkled, and her presence made people feel warm. But behind that soft glow was a storm she never showed anyone.
By Muhammad Yaseen5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter in the Wall. AI-Generated.
Emma had always believed old houses remembered things. That was why she bought the small brick cottage at the edge of the village. It leaned slightly to one side, the roof tiles were cracked, and ivy climbed its walls like green fingers. Everyone said it was too much work, too lonely, too strange. But Emma liked the silence. She liked the creaking floors and the smell of aged wood. Most of all, she liked the feeling that the house was waiting for someone.
By Waleed khan5 months ago in Fiction
Nowhere
A dirty face, pale skin darkened by grime, the marks of dried tears decorating her cheeks as echoes of lost feelings. A shadow haunted her eyes, all light was gone from them, maybe hidden, maybe lost forever. A steady pace in rhythm but quivering under her own weight. Every step taking her closer to somewhere; that she hoped. Being somewhere is all you can do if you’re nowhere.
By Victor Chavarria5 months ago in Fiction
The Champion Horse Who Chose Not to Run
The iron gates clanged shut, sealing tension inside the racetrack. Dust floated in the warm air under golden sunlight as thousands of spectators leaned forward, their voices blending into a restless roar. The announcer’s voice cut through the noise. “And in lane four—the undefeated champion—Azaan!” The crowd erupted.
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
