Short Story

The Minute Machine
In the heart of Cogsworth, a city where gears turned in perfect synchrony and steam-powered dirigibles painted the sky, lived Professor Thaddeus Pendleton. With his wild shock of white hair and eyes like aged brass, Thaddeus was both a genius and an enigma. But it was his obsession with time that set him apart from the bustling crowds and the hum of machinery that echoed through the streets.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute to Remember
As the first light of dawn gently kisses the sleepy town of Willow Creek, a sense of wistful nostalgia descends upon its cobblestone streets and quaint homes. Nestled within one such home, Henry and Margaret, two souls intertwined by fate and love, find themselves on the cusp of a momentous occasion – their diamond jubilee, celebrating 60 years of shared joys, sorrows, and the enduring flame of their affection.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Ticking Room
Lena's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the pulsating ache in her head and the oppressive darkness enveloping her. A solitary desk stood as a beacon of hope amidst the void, its surface illuminated only by the relentless ticking of a clock and the eerie glow of a flickering monitor. A cryptic message taunted her on the screen: "The past holds the key to your escape."
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Something Between Two Trees
I was typing on my laptop in my room. And from the living room, I was called by younger cousin. She begged to be taken home. At the time, Arga, Nia's younger brother, was playing at my house. When the clock struck 9 p.m. , Arga asked to be taken home. Arga was 5 years lod at the time. At first, I refused and asked the people at home to take Arga, but no one wanted to.
By Emil indw2 years ago in Fiction
Tranquility Found in Letting Go
In the heart of a bustling city, where the relentless rhythm of life marched on, lived Emily and Fernando. They were deeply entwined in a relationship that had seen its fair share of highs and lows. Emily often felt like she was losing more of herself in this love, but her heart remained hopeful that the future held valuable lessons in store for her.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Is Active Listening More Important Than Speaking in Building Meaningful Connections?
The Importance of Listening: Understanding the Other Person’s Preferences Being a good listener is more important than being a good speaker, as it allows you to understand the other person’s preferences. Many individuals believe that they are skilled at chatting and can carry on endless conversations. They believe that their words will never fail and they will never feel awkward. However, when it comes to getting to know people, the focus must be on the other person and not on oneself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Navigating the Journey to Lasting Relationships
In the beginning stages of a relationship, it’s common for the flame of passion to burn brightly, consuming both individuals in an intense and all-encompassing love affair. However, as time goes on and the relationship matures, the fire can begin to dwindle, leaving one or both partners to deal with changing feelings. How each individual copes with these changes is critical to the longevity of the relationship.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Cherishing Emotions: The Priceless Bonds We Share
Feelings are like precious gems that are not cherished by one person alone but guarded by two. It is a mutual treasure shared between two hearts that beat as one. Those who walk alongside us in life are not always within our reach, but it doesn’t mean that we should neglect the care and attention that our hearts deserve.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Unlock the Secrets of Undervalued Women in Love Relationship
When it comes to love and relationships, there are some intriguing aspects worth exploring. Let’s delve into the intricacies of human nature and the dynamics of affectionate connections.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
The House
This is a rather disturbing dream and like other such dreams, one I cannot stop thinking about until I write about it... THE HOUSE
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY2 years ago in Fiction
Illogical Fear. Top Story - May 2024.
“There’s gotta be a logical explanation.” He said, and put his nicotine-stained fingers on the kid’s bony arm. “I swear, I saw two red eyes glaring at me from below the stairs.” The kid babbled. He was always babbling.
By M. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
The monkey's paw
The monkey's paw Rain lashed against the windows of the White's house, a persistent drumming that reflected the biting stress in Mrs. White's heart. Her child, Herbert, their as it were child, had been harmed at the production line. The scanty reserve funds they'd amassed over a long time were gone, gulped by the mounting healing center bills. A overwhelming quiet hung within the smoke-filled room, broken as it were by the crackle of the passing on fire and Mr. White's fatigued moan.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction