Short Story

A New Dawn After Darkness
The soft morning light slipped through Emma’s bedroom window, casting gentle shadows across the worn wooden floor. She lay still for a long moment, feeling the familiar weight of silence pressing down on her. The house felt emptier than ever since the accident—so quiet it almost hurt. There was no laughter bouncing off the walls, no footsteps echoing down the hall, no whispers of conversation or soft sighs. Just memories, hanging thick in the air, echoing in every corner of the rooms she once shared with her husband.
By majid aliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Watcher in the Trees. AI-Generated.
The trees in Graypine Forest had always whispered. To some, it was the wind through the leaves. To others—like Zick—it was something else. Something older. Something watching.
By Awais Qarni about a year ago in Fiction
Kid vs Monkey
Tommy was no ordinary kid. At ten years old, he was full of curiosity and always up for an adventure. Today, he was visiting his grandmother’s countryside house, right next to a sprawling jungle. Everyone in the village whispered stories about the jungle—mysterious creatures, hidden treasures, and especially one clever monkey named Kiki, who was known as the trickiest animal around.
By YOUNG MINDSETabout a year ago in Fiction
The Great Jungle Debate
n the heart of Zumba Jungle, under the sprawling branches of the ancient baobab tree, something unusual was happening. The animals were gathering—buzzing with excitement and a touch of tension. Monkey, who had been pacing back and forth, finally banged a coconut against the tree trunk like a gavel and called the meeting to order.
By Aneed about a year ago in Fiction
Coming up for Air. Top Story - July 2025.
It can’t be me she’s yelling at. There must be a mistake. Nobody calls me Tor. Not anymore. Not in years. She shouts louder this time, and darts across the street, zigzagging between beeping cars, giggling and waving an apology. She stumbles onto the pavement, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and holds out her arms. I shuffle backwards and lower my eyes, picking at my thumbnail. It’s strange. But even after all this time, there’s something achingly familiar about seeing your mum again.
By Caroline Cravenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Found in My Late Grandma’s Bible
PART 1: Saying Goodbye The day we buried Grandma June was cold, despite it being spring. The whole family gathered at her favorite white chapel, tucked between the hills where she used to take us berry picking as kids. The service was short and quiet—just the way she’d wanted. I hadn’t cried, not really. Not until I walked back into her house, smelled her lavender soap, and saw her Bible sitting untouched on her bedside table.
By Professor khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Group Therapy
The class bell rings and we all pile into the small class room above the gymnasium. When I was popular I used to come up here and make out with the foreign exchange girl from China. But look at me now, in this tiny classroom sitting in a circle with the rest of the losers about to share my feelings. How did I fall so far?
By Kenneth Boutteabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Secret. AI-Generated.
The village of Liermont was small, wrapped in hills and fog like an old secret. Time itself seemed to slow there, moving gently through cobbled streets and mossy rooftops, where stories outlived the people who told them. At the heart of it sat a crooked little shop with a weathered wooden sign that read:
By Awais Qarni about a year ago in Fiction
Under A Red Moon
It has been years since the war between the Vampires and Werewolves started and ended. About seven, to be exact. Since then, the human race has been considered scum of the Earth or a food source to the Vampires. The Werewolves don’t have an opinion on us. Since the war began, over three fourths of the human population has been killed. Leaving the rest of us to live in villages instead of towns and cities.
By Kayl_Scott_Writingabout a year ago in Fiction
She Waited While the Sky Burned
No one remembered the name of the town anymore. The signs had melted, the roads had cracked, and the wind only carried ash. Where once there were gardens, laughter, and soft glowing windows at dusk, now stood silence.
By Awais Khaliqabout a year ago in Fiction
The Keeper’s Call
Clara thought she’d closed the book for good. Her novel, The Keeper of the Crescent, had become a quiet phenomenon, passed from reader to reader like a secret. Book clubs in Chicago, coffee shops in Seattle, and libraries in Atlanta buzzed with its words, each person claiming the story felt written for them. Clara, now 33, had settled into a rhythm—writing by day, reading fan letters by night, the locket still warm against her chest. But the dreams hadn’t stopped.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diner. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
“Hi, welcome to Jim’s Diner.” The waitress loomed over the table, wearing a pale blue dress and apron, “What can I start you off with?”
By Amethyst Champagneabout a year ago in Fiction