Love
A Seat at the Table
Mina never thought much about family dinners. She had her own apartment, her own life, and her own rules. She told herself she didn’t need anyone to share meals with, that she preferred solitude, and that cooking for one was simpler, cleaner. But tonight, the smell of roasted chicken drifting from her mother’s old kitchen down the hall made her pause. It wasn’t just the aroma—it was memory wrapped in warmth, and it clung to her like a familiar voice calling her home.
By Salman Writes8 months ago in Fiction
Affection and Healing for Yourself. Top Story - January 2026.
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️8 months ago in Fiction
What are we doing here?. Winner in Mismatch Challenge. Content Warning.
"Will you just talk to me?" Mark begged, as his ceiling fan completed lazy, insistent revolutions. He watched as a fly— he couldn’t say when it had arrived— performed small frantic circles in the air before settling on the nightstand beside him. It groomed its front legs. Such fastidiousness in something so fundamentally unclean.
By Sandor Szabo8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
Clara had never recklessly used her heart. She wrote her emotions in notes and pieces of paper and slipped them in drawers, boxes and even the back pockets of her backpack at times. There was their safe place, no one touched them, they were carefully folded so that the world could never read them. all the same some of the words were too strong to tell, so delicate that they might be rejected or be misunderstood.
By Shahd Sameh8 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Smiled at Strangers
Every weekday morning at exactly 7:40, the same man stood outside the coffee shop and smiled at strangers. Not a wide, attention-seeking smile. Not the kind that demanded a response. Just a small, gentle smile, like he was acknowledging something simple and human that most people had forgotten how to see.
By Salman Writes8 months ago in Fiction
