Short Story
The Second First Time
The Second First Time People love to talk about firsts. Your first kiss. Your first heartbreak. The first job you landed, the first apartment you called yours, the first time you left home and realized the world didn’t pause to miss you.
By Kine Willimesabout a year ago in Fiction
I Remember It Differently
I Remember It Differently I remember it was raining that night. Not a gentle drizzle, but a downpour — fat drops clinging to my skin, the streetlights blurry halos through my windshield. I remember pulling up in front of the old café on 3rd Street, our place, the one with the chipped blue awning and coffee that always tasted burnt.
By Kine Willimesabout a year ago in Fiction
The 2020 Lucknow Court Blast
A – Background On February 13, 2020, Lucknow’s district court complex in Hazratganj—near UP Vidhan Bhavan—became the scene of a shocking incident. A crude bomb exploded outside the chamber of Joint Secretary of the Lucknow Bar Association, Sanjeev Kumar Lodhi, injuring at least two to three lawyers, and raising serious questions about court security .
By The voice of the heartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asimabout a year ago in Fiction
My First Adult Summer
“Congratulations, Class of 2017!” We toss our green caps into the air, mine landing back in my hand. What an eventful day. It had started with a rehearsal of the ceremony, followed by lunch with the other students, before relaxing at home for a few hours until the actual ceremony.
By Amethyst Champagneabout a year ago in Fiction
The Story of Caelan and Marais. AI-Generated.
Marais didn’t expect anything to shift that day. The rain was soft and steady, just enough to blur the glass. Valerie was curled into herself on the blanket by the door, her sighs long and contented. The house held a lived-in kind of quiet, one she was used to, one she thought she preferred.
By Bonita Fernandes-Bennettabout a year ago in Fiction
The House That Raised Me
The House That Raised Me People ask me where I’m from, and I hesitate. It’s not because I don’t know the answer — it’s because the answer isn’t a simple town name or a street address. I could tell them about the faded white house on Maple Lane, with the peeling shutters and the front steps that creaked under your weight. But that house didn’t really raise me. A house is wood, paint, and plaster. The thing that raised me was something harder to name.
By Kine Willimesabout a year ago in Fiction
🦁 Title: The Lion and the Lone Wolf
There once was a strong lion named Azar who ruled his territory in the vast African savannah. All creatures bowed before his strength as his roar reverberated for miles. However, pride is frequently a byproduct of power, and Azar had become conceited, thinking that no creature could match him.
By Jobir Khanaabout a year ago in Fiction
