Short Story
Love at first sight in coffee shop
It was the kind of morning that smelled like rain and second chances. The little coffee shop on 8th and Main—Bean & Bloom—was bustling with quiet conversations and the rich scent of roasted beans. She came in every Saturday at 9:04 AM, always ordering the same thing: medium oat milk latte, one pump of vanilla, no foam.
By Dr Gabriel about a year ago in Fiction
Lifeboat
The old man stared at me from the bow of the vessel, his cracked lips pulled downwards into a grimace underneath his filthy beard. The armpits of his undershirt were stained yellow with sweat. I could smell his stench; indeed, there was no escape from it. No way to avoid the rancid odor emanating from his every pore. My only solace was the fact that my own odor was likely to be as keen an assault on his senses as his was on mine.
By Danh Chantachakabout a year ago in Fiction
The Platform Where He Waited
The sky was heavy with low, grey clouds as if it mourned something unspoken. The breeze carried a chill, not just from the cold, but perhaps from memory. On days like this, time felt slow, and the ordinary took on a strange beauty.
By Md Jubayer Hasan Tanvirabout a year ago in Fiction
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Pilgrim’s Price
She came with dust on her boots and a prayer on her lips. The town was too quiet. Shops still had fruit in their baskets—wrinkled, dry. Horses stood frozen like statues. Children curled on porches as if caught mid-laughter. But no one breathed. No one blinked.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
