Short Story
The Last Letter – A Mother’s Message
The rain tapped gently against the window as Sarfraz Haam sat alone in his room, staring at the brown envelope in his hands. It had no return address—only his name, written in soft, familiar handwriting that made his heart sink.
By The voice of the heartabout a year ago in Fiction
Last Tour Before Midnight
It was supposed to be a fun detour—a midnight battlefield tour before heading home from their European backpacking trip. Mark, Lauren, and three other tourists signed up in a sleepy German village known for its fog, sausages, and war history. The battlefield, just beyond the Black Forest, was the site of a brutal, centuries-spanning conflict—from Roman conquests to World War II.
By Salah Uddinabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Moonlake
Chapter One: The Lake That Remembers They say the Moonlake sings only for those who have truly loved and lost. No one knew this better than Elira, the girl with stardust in her hair and silence in her heart. For three long years, she walked the shores of the cursed Moonlake, whispering the name of the boy who vanished beneath its silver surface—Kael.
By Shakespeare Jrabout a year ago in Fiction
The King's Jewel
It was all anyone in the kingdom could talk about for months: Princess Lovely was finally of marrying age. King Kaiser's subjects were all abuzz with gossip and questions about her once the decree went out, as no one had been allowed to look upon the princess for years. Some speculated that she'd died, and the royal family conducted her funeral in secret. Others suggested that she'd been disfigured in a tragic accident, hiding deep in the bowels of the palace out of shame. The most popular theory, however, was that her beauty was so great the king kept her prisoner; believing no other soul was worthy to look upon her.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
That B*tch
So pleased I get to see his fancy new flat at last! I'm so proud of him, I really am. I mean, what mother isn't proud of her boy? Maybe all mums say this, but mine really is special. He's a good looking lad with a square jaw. I'm surprised he never brought a lot of girls home, because they do love him. And he's smart, too. Clever as the day is long. It's so lovely that he's got this flat share with another young man his own age. Now I will admit I was sceptical at first. You can't be too careful these days, right? I finally had the chance to meet the other young man, and he seems perfectly nice. I feel a bit bad having judged him so poorly without ever having met him. He was so lovely. I could tell right off, as soon as I arrived. I pride myself on being a very good judge of character. And he was just so polite! So respectful. Can I take your coat, will you take tea, all of that. Oh, he couldn't do enough for me. Of course I was really there to visit my son, but this seemed like a good time to get to know the person he be was living with. He told me "His Lordship is in his room." He said this with a little eye roll and a shrug. He's said, "You know what he's like." Well, actually, yes I do. And it's true, my boy does get taken by funny moods occasionally. Just wants to be by himself. Shuts himself away. Or goes off on his own for a while.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
