Short Story
Invisible Strings
The bell rang as the city made way for a teeming night. Dark and pale clouds blended until they were quiescent. Within this hour, people closed in next to each other, as their phones lit up to something that was afloat on the rippled river.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Hello, Again
Early evening, exactly 6pm. She knew this because she glanced at her phone. The clock tower behind her struck. Six, strong chimes, each more confident than the last. Then, finally, peace and quiet. The park resumed its normal, slow pace of life.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Painter
The Shadow Painter The first time Elara discovered her gift, she was only nine years old. She had been sitting cross-legged in her grandmother’s attic, where dust floated in beams of late-afternoon light and the smell of turpentine lingered. Her grandmother, once a painter of modest renown, had left behind dozens of cracked canvases and jars of half-dried paint. Most children would have found the place eerie, but to Elara, it was a sanctuary.
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Much Too Young - Much Too Old
Studying my words from long ago, in the yellowed pages of my manifesto, when my mind was more alive than it is today. "Sat at my desk to create legacy. Seeking fame and respect. An empire. From behind my desk in my humble log cabin, the void between inspiration and desolation breached. With the right words in the right sequence, one could tap the creative depths of my mind and bring to fruition something remarkable-unforgettable.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Journey of Light
WRITE BY [MR HASHAM] The Journey of Light A long time ago, in a small village, there lived a little girl named Noor. Her eyes were full of dreams, but the village was always covered in darkness. At night, when everyone else would hide inside their homes in fear of the dark, Noor would look up at the sky and whisper:
By Muhammad hashamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pizza That Called 911
The Pizza That Called 911 A Hilarious Tale of Cheese, Crust, and Chaos It all started on a Friday night when Jake Thompson decided to order pizza. Now, Jake wasn’t the kind of guy who cooked. The last time he boiled water, he set off the smoke alarm. The time before that, he burned cereal. (Yes, cereal. No one knows how.) So when it came to dinner, Jake had two options: microwave meals or pizza delivery.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hidden Library
The Hidden Library Max had always loved books. His room was stacked from floor to ceiling with novels, short stories, and dusty encyclopedias he’d inherited from his grandparents. But nothing in his collection compared to the thrill of the local library—the scent of old pages, the quiet hum of readers, and the promise that somewhere, in the middle of those shelves, a story might reach out and grab him.
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Fiction
