Mystery
Where all roads meet me
I’ve always felt like I belong to the earth— not the tired, cracked soil of deserts, but the kind that smells sweet after rain. The kind that lets things grow quietly, without asking for anything in return. Inside me, water runs deep. Some days it’s a soft trickle, like the kind you hear when the world is still. Other days, it rushes through me like a flood of memories— some sweet, some I’d rather forget. But water never forgets. It remembers who I was when I didn’t know who I’d be. The wind is my restless friend. It shows up when my thoughts feel stuck. Sometimes it just brushes against me, lifting a worry or a dream. Other times, it’s wild— shaking me until I let go of things I’ve held too long. It never stays, but it always leaves something behind. And there’s fire. Quiet, yes—but it doesn’t sleep. It lives in my breath when I speak truth, in my chest when I feel too much, and in the way I can’t quite stay silent when something inside says: “Now. Speak.” I carry them all. Not as burdens—but as pieces of home. Earth grounds me. Water moves me. Wind frees me. Fire wakes me. Maybe living isn’t about being one thing. Maybe it’s about listening— to what moves through you, what changes you, what builds you and what burns away what you no longer need. I don’t have answers. But I know this: Every time I let myself feel fully— I meet a version of me I didn’t know existed. And maybe that’s the point. Not to be whole, but to be in the process of becoming.
By Ladan Tajaabout a year ago in Fiction
She Loved Me in Every Lifetime Except This One
A Love That Spanned Centuries I don’t remember exactly when I realized it but from a young age, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu around certain people and places. Like I’d been here before. Like I’d lived this life... or another... many times. But the one thing that always returned to me, clearer than anything else, was her.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
I Rented a House That Doesn’t Exist on Any Map
The Listing That Seemed Too Good to Be True It all began with a vacation plan. I had been working nonstop for months and needed a break—not just from work, but from life itself. So, I opened my laptop and started browsing rental properties on a popular vacation website. That's when I saw it: “Cozy Stone Cottage by the Woods Total Privacy.” The photos were stunning. Ivy-covered walls, rustic wooden interiors, an old fireplace, and misty woods in the background. It was like something out of a fairytale, or a horror movie.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
Haunted Highway
Rain hammered the windshield as Ramona gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles ached. With her windshield wipers broken, she struggled to keep the car on course through the heavy downpour, which barely cleared the thick veil of water blurring her view. Thunder roared overhead, rattling the windows of her little Hyundai.
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Fiction
Labubu Doll: Viral Toy or Demonic Presence in Disguise?
Right now, there’s a strange little doll showing up everywhere. Its name? Labubu. At first glance, it might just look like another collectible toy—small, quirky, with big eyes and a mischievous grin. But scroll through TikTok or Instagram, and you’ll see something much bigger happening. People are obsessed. They’re lining up for hours. Paying thousands of dollars. Celebrities are carrying it like it’s the next fashion accessory.
By Taimoor Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
My Tattoo Tells the Future — But Only in America
My Tattoo Tells the Future — But Only in America I never believed in fate. I’m a rational person — raised in Birmingham, educated in logic, grounded in facts. So when I got the tattoo, it wasn’t a spiritual moment. Just a silly dare in my uni days. A small Celtic symbol on my wrist — meant nothing to me then.
By Musawir Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Librarian of Babel
The streets were silent, save for the hum of surveillance drones gliding above the crowd, their mechanical eyes scanning every face below. Posters with bold red letters plastered the walls: KNOWLEDGE IS DANGEROUS. FORGET THE PAST. LIVE FOR THE FUTURE.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
She Found $3 Million in Her Basement—Then the FBI Showed Up
When 34-year-old Emily Reeves decided to renovate the basement of her inherited family home in Rochester, New York, she expected to find old paint cans, perhaps some forgotten furniture, maybe even a spider infestation. What she didn’t expect was to discover $3 million in cash, meticulously wrapped in waterproof bundles, hidden inside a rusted-out oil drum beneath a loose floor panel.
By Shoaib Afridiabout a year ago in Fiction
From Words to Wealth
From Words to Wealth How Creative Writing Crafted a New Path for One Woman In a cramped apartment in a bustling city, Aisha Khan typed furiously on an old laptop, her dreams of escaping her dead-end call center job fading with each monotonous shift. At 29, she felt trapped, her creativity stifled by routine. But an online creative writing course sparked a transformation, turning her passion for storytelling into a thriving career.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
From Soil to Success
From Soil to Success How Agricultural Studies Gave One Man a New Lease on Life In a rural village surrounded by struggling farmland, Javier Morales toiled as a laborer, harvesting crops under the relentless sun. At 30, his days were long, his hands calloused, and his prospects dim. But a community college course in sustainable agriculture transformed his life, turning him from a farmhand into a thriving entrepreneur.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
