Short Story

The Map of Forgotten Stars
The stars had stopped speaking to Dr. Elara Vance a long time ago. Once, she had known every constellation like the back of her hand. She could name a thousand pinpricks of light without glancing at her charts. But ever since that night—the night the telescope dome burned, and her research with it—she hadn’t been able to look up without feeling the sting of ash in her eyes.
By Kamran khan11 months ago in Fiction
Two Steps: One Moment, One Mistake, and a Lifetime of Lessons
Love, pride, and a single moment of misunderstanding — sometimes, that’s all it takes to change a life forever. Two Steps by Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi is a heart-touching tale that explores the delicate threads of human relationships, showing how one small mistake can ripple across a lifetime. With vivid characters and deeply relatable emotions, this story reminds us that love, empathy, and humility are the pillars of meaningful connections. Every choice, every word, and every silence matters, and Qasmi captures these subtle truths in a way that leaves readers both moved and reflective.
By hamad khan11 months ago in Fiction
The Moon and the Burning Forest
The world was ending in orange and ash. The ancient forest of Elmswood, a kingdom of oak and pine that had stood for a thousand years, was screaming. A careless spark from a forgotten campfire had become a ravenous beast, consuming everything in its path. The air was a solid, hot wall of smoke, and the roar of the flames was the only sound, a hungry, relentless god.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Witness in the Rain
The rain arrived without warning, the way grief always does. Nadia pulled her father's old Corolla into the gravel lot, wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour. Through the blurred windshield, the motel emerged like something from a fever dream—neon bleeding red into the storm, the word MOTEL stuttering its electric pulse against the darkness. One letter had surrendered to time, leaving a gap like a missing answer to an unasked question.
By Prompted Beauty11 months ago in Fiction
The Diminishing
I have long suspected there exists thresholds not fashioned by human hands—passages that wait with the poise of something ancient and expectant. What I found was not a hallway but an omen disguised as one. At first, I thought myself lost, or dreaming, yet reason bent beneath what I saw. Whatever force guided me—vision or damnation—led me to a corridor secreted within the ordinary world like a thorn beneath velvet.
By SUEDE the poet11 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (7). Content Warning.
Chapter 7: Governors Wife I leaned back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I scanned the morning headlines on my phone. The phone on my desk rang, giving me a slight headache and mild ringing in my ear, and I picked it up.
By Alex H Mittelman 11 months ago in Fiction
The Voice in the Static
It was quiet, too quiet for the middle of a warehouse parking lot. Kareem adjusted the old two-way radio on the security booth desk. The hum of the fluorescent light overhead was steady, almost soothing, but the static on the line crackled sharply in the silence.
By Kismat M11 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Soul: Urdu Stories That Awaken the Heart
Urdu literature is a garden of emotions — filled with fragrance, sorrow, love, and reflection. Every story carries a heartbeat, a hidden lesson, and a whisper from the soul. These timeless tales are not just about characters; they are about life itself — about forgiveness, honesty, sacrifice, and kindness. They awaken something deep within us and remind us that to be human is to feel, to care, and to grow.
By hamad khan11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Dream Seller
In a town where night had lost its magic and the streets were silent, a peculiar shop stood between an old bakery and a shuttered bookstore. Its windows were misted with silver dust, and the faded sign read: Dreams for Sale. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance, thinking it abandoned. But inside, under the dim glow of lanterns, a man worked quietly, arranging tiny glass bottles filled with sparkling mist.
By Muhammad Kashif 11 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (5). Content Warning.
Chapter 5: “Officers, I think there’s been some sort of mistake here.” I try to reason with them, my hands firmly up in surrender not wanting to add getting shot to my list of unfortunate fucking circumstances tonight.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Love Letter
In the attic of a small, creaky house, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the world, lay a trunk filled with old letters. The letters were tied with a faded ribbon, the once-vibrant pink now dulled to a soft blush. The address on the top envelope read: "For My Beloved, Forever and Always".
By Muhammad Kashif 11 months ago in Fiction
The Tangerine Sprite and the Wander-Book
“Hurry! I wanna get to the fence today!” the older girl shouts, racing past the ripe blackberry bushes. Little animals peer through branches, hidden by hollows, stones, and roots, smiling at the children. A squirrel covered in plain sight, basking in the sun, watches the tumultuous joy.
By ShardsofOrbs 11 months ago in Fiction