Short Story

Greedy Dog
Auther Name Hazratullah Once in a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a dog named Bruno. Unlike other dogs in the village, Bruno was not content with the scraps left behind by villagers or the occasional bone tossed his way. He was endlessly hungry—not just for food, but for everything that glittered and seemed valuable.
By Asmatullahabout a year ago in Fiction
On the Way to College
Samiullah tightened the strap of his bag and stepped out of his home just like any other morning. The sun was gentle, the streets alive with rickshaws and bicycles, the voices of shopkeepers calling out as usual. To him, the road to college was always the same—familiar turns, same old tea stalls, and the same faces rushing by.
By Samiullahabout a year ago in Fiction
"A Real Boy"
It's taken a long time, but I've figured out how to manipulate the thoughts a bit from here in the background. I can't hear things, not while It is awake and in control, but I have got a lot better at lip reading. I give it a little nudge so it goes where it can see faces. That means I can see them, too. That helps. The other thing I do is look at memories. I mean, memories of things that have just happened. I can't hear my daughters playing in another room, but the memory is right there, so I can get at that. It means I'm living a second or more behind everyone else, but at least I'm in the loop.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cry That Never Was
When I was young, everything seemed possible. I would have it all. I would have a family and a career. And I would change the world. But now? My house is silent, except for the pitter of four legged creatures.
By Reb Kreylingabout a year ago in Fiction
Sympathy and Cake. Top Story - September 2025.
Only she remembered what happened on the wedding day. But she was just a cat. It was their wedding, but they allowed her to be a part of it. Humiliating in its own way, but to have the ceremony so near the home was quite charming and peaceful. And it was a beautiful day…at first.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
The 4chan Tea App Mystery: My Search for Answers
Disclaimer: If you use the links I share to try Social Catfish, I may earn a small commission—at no extra cost to you. If you’re here, you’ve probably heard the alarming news: the data from the Tea app, a platform where women could privately rate their dates, was leaked. As someone who actively used the app, my heart sank when I heard the reports. My name is Elara Whitmore, and from my small town in the USA, the digital world suddenly felt like a very unsafe place. I had rated a couple of ex-boyfriends on there, thinking it was a private space for women. The idea that my reviews, and worse, my personal data, could be exposed was terrifying.
By Elara Whitmoreabout a year ago in Fiction
With a Wig
Gorzon Billingham, six foot seven inches of sturdy masculinity exited the bus. He wore a twelve thousand dollar custom made suit of black and crimson. It matched the Delaware Founders colors. His lankiness didn’t stick out amongst the rest of the team who had heights slightly shorter or his two centers who both stood at seven feet tall. The stop after being on the road landed him in the home city of Wilmington, Delaware to play the Baltimore Crabbers. The rest of the team left the vehicle with just as much vim and intent as Billingham.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
The train station was almost empty, except for a few scattered travelers dragging their suitcases across the cold concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the giant clock above the platform ticked louder than usual, marking each second like a reminder that time was both a gift and a thief.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Behind the Locked Door — A Story of Secrets and Second Chances
The house had been empty for nearly three years when Ayaan returned. It stood at the edge of the small town like a shadow of its former self—paint peeling, shutters hanging loose, garden overgrown. To most people, it was just another abandoned property. But to Ayaan, it was home. Or at least, it had been once.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Yixin Yixuan
ZBrush Sculpt - See more on IG or Artstation; Links below In a world divided by conflict and silent defiance, Yixin Yixuan travels as a seeker of peace. After losing her parents to violence and growing up with a warrior couple in the mountains, she stands for resilience and gentle strength. Her journey takes her from loss to legend, as she finds friends and shows a fractured world that sometimes the greatest victories come without fighting.
By Neshzivne Dadirriabout a year ago in Fiction
Wiggle Your Big Toe
It's unnerving how fast you can get used to pretty much anything. If I was a proper man, I'd fight. Push back. That's my hand. My legs. My mouth, my ears.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Dandelion
Persephone has risen once more from the underworld; spring has sprung forth from the arrival of their goddess. Seed has been sown, and it is time to stretch forth among the sea of green. Standing tall; stretching my head out as high as possible to reach the rays of the warm sun as they permeate the ground. Looking around to see her siblings as they too awake from the long months slumber in the ground, she smiles.
By Alina Anthonyabout a year ago in Fiction