Short Story

A Less-Known but Beautiful Incident
In Madinah, there was a young servant who used to assist the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) g. Like any young person, he sometimes made mistakes. Yet no one treated him with as much gentleness and kindness as the Prophet did.
By Mudasir Hakeemi 7 months ago in Fiction
The Lumber Room
Nicholas lived with his strict aunt and two cousins in a large country house. His aunt believed children must always behave properly and follow rules without question. Nicholas, however, was curious and imaginative, and the constant discipline often made him feel trapped. One morning the aunt announced a special treat: the cousins and another child would be taken to the seaside. Nicholas would stay home as punishment for secretly putting a frog into his breakfast bowl earlier that day.
By Lily Smith7 months ago in Fiction
Stories They Must Complete
Some hauntings don’t rattle chains. They wait in your notifications. 🕯️🌫️🚶‍♂️📖✨ I gathered with Elvis and the rest of the group, ready to grace ghostly lanes with gentle tiptoes.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Fiction
Blue Centipedes
The unsettling still before cloudburst lingered, effecting urgent fussing; fret. Pressure grew exponentially as night loomed. I’d lain out the estranged socks, diligently reuniting, when it happened. It’s an impressive thing, when the sky bursts. Explosive climate decompression; releasing. My parent’s house had a tin roof: flooding rain roared of steel drums, awesomely inundating. Grabbing socks atop my bedspread, charmed footfalls advanced me downstairs on time to elemental beat, descending perhaps too eagerly.
By Jessica McGlaughlin7 months ago in Fiction
Echoes. Top Story - February 2026.
I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica247 months ago in Fiction
Winterthorne. Top Story - February 2026.
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace7 months ago in Fiction
No One Encouraged Me to Lose Weight. They Only Mocked Me for Being Fat. AI-Generated.
No one ever said, “You can do this.” They said, “You’ve gotten so big.” They said it laughing, casually, as if they were commenting on the weather.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction
When I Was Fat, Even the Air Felt Like Humiliation. AI-Generated.
There was a particular way the air felt when I was fat. It pressed against me. Not physically, not in a way you could measure with instruments. But when I walked into a room, the air thickened, as if it had already formed an opinion before I opened my mouth.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction
After I Lost the Weight, I Realized Being Fat Wasn’t the Real Problem. AI-Generated.
The first thing I noticed after losing the weight was not the silence in my knees when I climbed the subway stairs, nor the way my reflection narrowed in store windows. It was the way strangers smiled at me.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction
I Failed to Lose Weight Ten Times. The Eleventh Time, Something Changed. AI-Generated.
The first time I tried to lose weight, I was twenty-six years old and standing under fluorescent lights in a CVS on Lexington Avenue, holding a bottle of appetite suppressant that promised, in cheerful blue letters, Lose up to 10 pounds in one week.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction
When I Was Fat, the World Treated Me Differently. AI-Generated.
The first time I realized the world had changed, no one said anything. It was a Tuesday morning in October. The air in Manhattan had just turned sharp enough to feel honest. I was standing in line at a coffee shop on 23rd Street, the kind with exposed brick and quiet music that made people feel more important than they were.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction
No One Knows What a Fat Man Goes Through Every Morning. AI-Generated.
Every morning, before the alarm rings, Daniel is already awake. Not fully awake. Not in the clean, cinematic way people wake in commercials—stretching, smiling, sunlight brushing their faces like forgiveness. His waking is slow, heavy, and reluctant, like a ship rising through dark water.
By Peter7 months ago in Fiction