Love
We Sat in Silence Until the Truth Finally Arrived. AI-Generated.
The café was quieter than usual that afternoon. Outside, a thin October rain slid slowly down the windows, blurring the city into soft gray shapes. Cars passed like distant whispers. The smell of roasted coffee beans hung warmly in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of cinnamon pastries cooling behind the counter.
By Ihsanullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Text I Never Sent—and the Regret That Followed. AI-Generated.
The message sat on my phone for three days. Three days of staring at the blinking cursor. Three days of typing, deleting, retyping. Three days of wondering if a few simple words could change the direction of a life—or quietly destroy what was left of it.
By Ihsanullah7 months ago in Fiction
Don’t Let Me Fall in Love With You
I knew I would lose you the moment I started praying for you. Love didn’t arrive like a storm. It came quietly — in the way your name felt softer on my lips, in the way the world seemed calmer when you stood beside me. And that is what terrified me most. Because the most dangerous loves are not the loud ones… they are the ones that feel like home.
By imtiazalam7 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow Realm: A Tale of Courage and Prophecy
The sun rose over the rolling hills of the small village of Oakwood, casting a warm glow over the thatched roofs and bustling streets. The villagers were preparing for the annual Harvest Festival, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of baking bread and the sound of laughter. But amidst the excitement, a sense of unease settled over the village. Strange noises had been heard in the night, and some had even caught glimpses of dark figures lurking in the shadows. The villagers had grown accustomed to the presence of the nearby Whispering Woods, but something felt off. In the village square, a young man named Eryndor Thane stood out from the crowd. With his piercing blue eyes and unruly black hair, he was a stranger in Oakwood, but he had arrived with a purpose. He had heard rumors of an ancient prophecy, one that spoke of a great evil rising from the depths of the land. Eryndor was a member of the Order of the White Tree, a secret society tasked with protecting the realm from the forces of darkness. He had been sent to Oakwood to investigate the strange occurrences and put an end to whatever evil was brewing. As he made his way through the village, Eryndor noticed a young woman watching him from the shadows. She was beautiful, with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to hold a deep wisdom. She beckoned him to follow her, and Eryndor, feeling a sense of curiosity, did so. She led him to a small clearing outside the village, where she revealed herself to be a member of the Whispering Woods' ancient magic. "I am Lyra," she said, her voice like music. "I have been waiting for you, Eryndor. The darkness that has been growing in the woods is a shadow of the ancient evil, and it will soon spread to the land. You are the chosen one, the one who can stop it." Eryndor felt a surge of determination. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead. Lyra handed him a small, intricately carved wooden box. "This contains the Map of the Ancients, a guide to the Shadow Realm where the evil resides. But be warned, Eryndor, the journey will be treacherous, and you will face many dangers." With the map in hand, Eryndor set off towards the Whispering Woods, Lyra by his side. As they journeyed deeper into the forest, the trees grew taller, and the air grew thick with an eerie mist. The sounds of the forest grew quiet, and the only sound was the soft rustling of leaves beneath their feet. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist. Tall and gaunt, with eyes that glowed like embers, the creature spoke in a voice that sent shivers down Eryndor's spine. "You are no match for the Shadow King," it hissed. "He will consume your soul and destroy the land." Eryndor drew his sword, a fierce light in his eyes. "I am not afraid," he said, and charged forward. The battle was intense, with Lyra using her magic to aid Eryndor. Together, they fought off the creature and its minions, making their way deeper into the Shadow Realm. As they approached the heart of the realm, Eryndor could feel the darkness growing stronger. He knew he had to be brave if he was to succeed. Lyra, sensing his fear, took his hand. "You are not alone, Eryndor," she said. "I am with you." Together, they faced the Shadow King, a being of pure darkness and malevolence. The battle was fierce, with Eryndor and Lyra using all their strength and cunning to drive back the darkness. In the end, it was Eryndor who struck the final blow, plunging his sword into the heart of the Shadow King. The darkness dissipated, and the land was bathed in a warm, golden light. As they emerged from the Whispering Woods, the villagers cheered, and Lyra smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "You have saved our land, Eryndor," she said. "You are a true hero." Eryndor smiled, feeling a sense of pride and belonging. He knew that he would always be a part of the Order of the White Tree, and that Lyra would always be by his side. And so, they walked hand in hand, into the sunset, ready for whatever adventures lay ahead. 🌅
By Noman Khan7 months ago in Fiction
My Pen is
My Peace is My Pen Arguing happens again, the police at the door making reports of domestic abuse. Screams can be heard down the alley from my bedroom window. Gunshots ricochet from the bricks of my home, on the floor we sleep. We wake to see the damage, blood spilled in the streets where we played. Let’s see who can catch this football in the vacant lot of a church that supplied the neighborhood with supplies such as clothing and food. The neighbors running trap houses as kids wait for seven o’clock to hear Mr. Frostee tunes blaring from around the corner. I can remember begging for dollars from the locals just for a vanilla soft served cone. My mother always liked hers dipped. We get ready for dinner, another soulful meal prepared by the man and woman that loved us.
By Charelle Landers7 months ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday To Me 5th March Top Story
Here’s to tomorrow. My birthday. March 5th. Another year older, another year alive, another year of stories, laughter, chaos, and love. I love my family, the ones who make the noise bearable, the hugs unforgettable, the memories sticky like honey on your fingers.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Fiction
One Table With The Wife One Bar With Lads
One Table With The Wife One Bar With Lads They sat across from each other in the low gold light of a Thursday evening. Two men who had known each other since their voices were breaking and their chins were bare. The pub was loud but not wild yet. The kind of noise that carries laughter and old stories without asking for trouble. Tom lifted his pint and said, answer me straight. If you had one free night, no work tomorrow, no excuses, would you book a quiet dinner with your lady, candlelight, clean shirt, proper conversation, or would you come here, shoulder to shoulder with the lads, and drink until the stories turn reckless. No middle ground.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Fiction
The Gardens of Eternity
I closed my eyes and let my heart drift into a place I had never seen but always longed for. The weight of this world — the pain, the loss, the endless nights of sorrow — seemed to vanish with every breath. Somewhere beyond the clouds, beyond time itself, lay a place the Quran calls Jannah, the ultimate abode of peace, beauty, and eternal joy. And in that fleeting moment, I could almost feel it.
By imtiazalam7 months ago in Fiction
The Room Still Smells Like You: Letting Go After Heartbreak
It had been three months since he left, three months since the door clicked shut behind him for the last time. And yet, the apartment still smelled like him—cologne, faintly floral, a trace of coffee and early morning sunlight. She breathed it in, each inhalation a knife pressed gently against her chest.
By Ihsanullah7 months ago in Fiction
A Pair Of Lips Will Say Anything
It’s just before 8:30 am. The new/young mom, Tamia promised Samantha and James she’d have Brailey to their house already. She made a rule for herself from the moment of her daughter’s birth: not to rush. She arrives at their home with the baby in tow. They were used to the little one. At the same time, Brailey was still getting used to the young couple. James begins a roll-call of all the things in her diaper bag. Ensuring everything was accounted for. While he is doing that Sam is keeping Bray entertained. In hopes, Mommy can sneak out the door undetected. James reassures Tamia that her precious cargo is in excellent hands. The young Mom, backs out of the driveway realizing she forgot, to leave the car seat. She sits it just inside the door, without either of them noticing.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson7 months ago in Fiction
