Short Story

The People Who Live in My Grocery Store
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, like a whisper nobody cared to listen to. I’d been coming to this grocery store for months, maybe years, though I could never be sure anymore. Not the shopping, not the aisles, not the faint smell of polished floors and stale coffee. It was the people.
By Wahdat Rauf11 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In a small cobblestoned town in the middle of two green hills lived an old clockmaker, Elias Thorn. His workshop, tucked at the corner of Willow Street, was a symphony of crushing sounds - hundreds of clocks, ticking with a life of their own.
By Nusuki11 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Son. AI-Generated.
Before there were clocks, there was a man who listened to silence. His name was Alaric Harrow, and in the quiet town of Bellgrave, he was known only as The Clockmaker’s Son.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
When Time Sleeps. AI-Generated.
The world had forgotten the sound of ticking. It had been three hundred and twenty-one years since the Great Reset — the day the sky burned gold and the rivers began to flow forward again. Humanity called it The Dawn of Stillness.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
The City That Forgot Time. AI-Generated.
The morning it began, the sun rose twice. At first, nobody noticed. The city was always half awake, its towers glowing with endless neon, its people buried in holographic screens.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The train was then long gone from the station, but Ava was still standing, still holding old, yellowed envelope in her fingers. The paper was soft from being opened and folded too many times. The words inside had faded, but she didn't even need to read them anymore - she knew them by heart.
By Nusuki11 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir. AI-Generated.
The world had changed. Cities no longer slept under stars — they hummed under neon skies and digital light. People didn’t wear watches anymore; they wore time like software, implanted beneath their skin.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heart. AI-Generated.
In the center of a forgotten town stood a little shop called Harrow & Timepieces, its wooden sign creaking softly in the wind.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
Fees for Driving Licences and Grant of Pension
My grandchildren laughed when I took driving lessons. And I just know it's never too late to dream. I went to my first class with a notebook and pen, like a student. The room was full of young people. Most of them looked at me furtively, some with amusement, as if waiting for me to trip over my own feet.
By piotrmak11 months ago in Fiction
High School Memories
Mandy was spending time with her close high school friend named Jenny in Jenny’s apartment on Saturday night while staying the night. They were watching while eating popcorn.
By Mirda G11 months ago in Fiction
“The Clever Rabbit Who Outsmarted the King of the Jungle”
The sun had barely risen when the first roar of the lion rolled across the jungle like thunder. Leaves trembled, birds took flight, and even the wind seemed to pause in fear. Deep inside his cave, the lion—massive, golden, and proud—opened his amber eyes. He was the unquestioned king of the jungle, but not the kind of king who protected his subjects. He ruled through terror.
By hamad khan11 months ago in Fiction
The Shambling Mass
The Ghostbirds had made their way quickly towards their target. A small brick team of Paratroopers made up of Captain Richard ‘Hawk’ Hollis, Sergeants Emily ‘Sparrow’ Turner and James ‘Raven’ Reynolds and recruit Private Henry ‘Rook’ Bennet. The dense forest worked in their favour as it kept them from being illuminated in the moonlight. They spotted the entrance to the bunker up ahead and oddly absent of guards. Hawk signalled a halt. “Sparrow, Rook take a look, Raven and I’ll provide cover.”
By Scott Grim11 months ago in Fiction