Short Story

When Silence Spoke Louder Than Words
I never thought a two-year friendship would end with silence. No fights, no shouting. Just silence. A cold, heavy silence that said everything we were too tired to say.
By Lady Diamondabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost Love That Found Its Way Back
The Lost Love That Found Its Way Back I didn’t expect to see her again—especially not on a rainy Tuesday when the city felt like a tired song on repeat.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
The first girl that rejected me
I never thought much about rejection. I’d seen it happen in movies. Heard about it from friends. But I always thought I’d be ready when it happened to me.
By Lady Diamondabout a year ago in Fiction
Aliens Stole My Wi-Fi
It all started at exactly 2:47 AM on a random Tuesday when my Wi-Fi stopped working. Now, for most people, that’s mildly annoying. For me, it was a code-red emergency. You see, I wasn’t just scrolling memes or watching cat videos (okay, maybe a little of that)—I was in the middle of an epic online battle in Call of Duty. One second I was sniping enemies like a digital Rambo, and the next, my screen froze, and my soldier stood there like a clueless statue, ready to be shot.
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pirabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wall
He knew where he was going, and he knew there was a bed for him when he got there; they had promised him that, but it was a long road, and he was on foot.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBAabout a year ago in Fiction
My Very Hectic Life Story
My name is Tara, and I live a very hectic life. From the moment I wake up to the second I close my eyes at night, something is always happening. Sometimes I wonder how I survive it all, but somehow, I do. This is my story.
By Lady Diamondabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Summer Songs
Crickets chirped in the distance, the sound of the river filling up any silence that might have been. Audrey stared out the window, captivated by the sunset. She let out a low hum, beginning to count the seconds in her head. Ten, then twenty, then-
By Anagha Kashyapabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of Wings in Blooming Fields
"The Whispering Wings" The valley was alive with color. Petals of every hue—red, pink, yellow, blue—swayed in a soft breeze, while tall trees lined the horizon like guardians of a sacred realm. The scent of wildflowers hung in the air, thick with summer’s warmth. Above the blooms, hummingbirds danced, their wings a blur of iridescent green and ruby.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper of the Sycamore
I often wonder what it would be like if I died. Would it be a dream I’d never wake from? A haze of colors and memories melting together, where reality no longer mattered? Or would it be something more tangible—a kiss that lingered a little too long, teetering on the edge of comfort until I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to pull away or press in deeper?
By The Imposterabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spider Mane
In the ancient, mist-veiled highlands of Elowen, nestled between black cliffs and whispering woods, there lived a girl with hair spun from myth—dark, glossy, and impossibly thick. They called her Naia. Orphaned and raised by her grandmother, the village herbalist, Naia had always been different. Her hair grew not like thread, but like silk—long, weightless, and gleaming as if dew-kissed even in drought.
By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silence That's Too Loud
It starts like it always does. With a low hum in their chest. Something that itches under the skin, spreading through their veins until it feels like their whole body is vibrating.
By MSŁabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Message
The rain was already falling by the time Lena reached the small mailbox at the end of the gravel driveway. It had become part of her routine: wake up, drink a cup of bitter instant coffee, stare at the photos on the mantel, and check the mail as if it might offer something besides bills or junk.
By Khanabout a year ago in Fiction