Short Story

Whispers of the Dead
In the old quarters of Philadelphia, autumn had wrapped the city in a blanket of sorrow. The yellow leaves, fallen from trees, lay scattered on the roads like symbols of a mysterious dream. Within this melancholic atmosphere lived a nine-year-old boy, Cole Sear — his life entangled in secrets no one could see.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Evening of Memory
Raindrops tapped gently against the window, like the echoes of a memory trying to break through time. Inside a quiet nursing home, an elderly man named Noah sat beside an old woman, his voice trembling as he read aloud a love story. That woman — once the center of his world — was now lost in the fog of Alzheimer’s.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Fiction
The Person You’ve Never Met but Miss Every Day
The Person You’ve Never Met but Miss Every Day I don’t know her name. I don’t know what color her eyes were, what her laugh sounded like, or the shape of her hands. I don’t know if she loved thunderstorms or was afraid of them, if she hummed while she cooked, or if she bit her nails when she was nervous.
By Kine Willimesabout a year ago in Fiction
Return of the Puppet Master
The night was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that settles like fog — heavy, unspoken, and full of dread. The old school building stood still, wrapped in darkness, its crumbling walls whispering secrets of the past. Somewhere in that eerie calm, the sharp, sudden scream of a little girl sliced through the night like a knife.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Fiction
Mind Game: When a Police Officer Took Down a Billionaire Mastermind
The city glimmered under the calm of the night, but beneath the shine, the truth was quietly dying. Adrian Ray was no ordinary officer. As part of the anti-corruption unit, he had built a reputation for thinking far ahead of his enemies. To him, crime wasn’t just bloodshed on the streets—it was the smiling faces behind corporate doors, the ones who manipulated minds, controlled narratives, and sold destruction as development.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Fiction
Face in the Shadows
"Face in the Shadows" The rain trickled down the glass window like time bleeding into silence. Inside a dimly lit room, criminal profiler Dr. Ryan Thomas sat still, staring at the fourth murder in as many weeks.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Fiction
Rainy Day Mary
Family Group Text Chain Mom: I don’t want this summer to be like last summer. We didn’t have a single BBQ. We are going to have one BBQ per month. Mandatory. No excuses. Here is the summer BBQ schedule:
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Fiction
The One
Memories can build or destroy. They linger and oftentimes, not showing themselves. No matter the waves they create, their mist coasts and leaves a layer of longing.
By Aura of Vivabout a year ago in Fiction
Manager's Duties
Manager's Duties: A Lesson Beyond the Office Door The first time Laura Hastings walked into the glass-paneled office of Veridian Tech, she wasn’t a manager. She was an overworked, overlooked assistant who knew everyone’s coffee orders but never dared to order her own. Five years later, she was promoted to Project Manager—and that’s when she discovered that “Manager’s Duties” meant far more than leading meetings or ticking boxes.
By HUBREXXabout a year ago in Fiction
Burning the Pages of the Book of Life. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
Shortly after dark, early November, 2023. Al-Nasr Children's hospital, Northern Gaza. Explosions sound off in the distance. But the family in the delivery room is used to this sound. They are not comfortable with the sound, but sometimes they forget it is there. This sound has already killed five thousand of their people, over the last month. But this sound— this constant sound, this lethal sound— can slip into the peripheries despite its severity.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
It was It
“You have always been way too cerebral.” “I’m telling you: this was not my own creation. He, She, It was real!” “How do you know that?”
By Laura Rodbenabout a year ago in Fiction
A Little Something . Content Warning.
I wasn't mad. Not really. About the police I mean. I knew he was gonna call them. It was just part of the game wasn't it? But I had to respond, didn't I? That's how you do it. You take turns.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction