Short Story

"The Language of Unspoken Love"
A story of silent gestures, heartfelt glances, and the emotions words could never express. Chapter 1: The Bookshop and the Rain:
By its_ishfaq_ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret That Changed Everything
Life has a funny way of presenting us with turning points in the most unexpected ways. For me, that turning point came not through a major event or a planned decision, but through a quiet conversation with my sister—a moment so ordinary on the surface, yet so transformative that it split my life into two parts: before and after the secret.
By Muhammad Sananabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers from the Dark Drift
In the year 2142, Earth was no longer the center of civilization. Humanity had spread across the solar system, building domed cities on Mars, mining colonies on Jupiter’s moons, and floating research stations in the orbit of Saturn. But in all that advancement, something deeply human was lost — the hunger for wonder.
By ABDULLAH AL LOKMANabout a year ago in Fiction
The Love That Waited Ten Years
The Love That Waited Ten Years By Lila Hart I saw him again on a Tuesday. Ten years had passed since we last spoke. A decade of weddings, losses, moves, jobs, and everything life throws at you when you’re busy trying to forget the one person you never truly did.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
Jump
I stand at the edge of the platform, looking down at the view below. It’s dark, still a few minutes before daybreak, so I can only make out rough shapes and outlines of cliffs and trees. The waterfall plummets down the cliff behind me, its thunderous chorus filling my ears with the sound of crashing water. It is a powerful and terrifying sound and though I have made this kind of jump many times before, the sheer violence and speed of the water rushing down the cliff is enough to give me pause.
By Danh Chantachakabout a year ago in Fiction
From the Viewpoint of Sandy Lee
Mrs. Bronson, the word around school is that all of this was Johnny’s fault. I don’t know how it happened, but I also don’t know why people are always blaming Johnny for all of the bad things that happen. Like when the fire alarm was pulled last week. Who did they blame? Johnny! And when Billy was locked in his locker. Who did they blame? Johnny! When Mr. Martins butt was glued to the chair, they automatically blamed Johnny. Johnny is the nicest, sweetest, cutest boy in the school. His only flaw is that he hangs around with that Qwan boy. They’re so different.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Soo... I found a hidden door in my school
Guess what? I actually found a hidden door in my school and I think no one else knows it exists. The room inside felt so strange, mysterious just like something I would see in a movie and boom, the first thing I saw was a pile of shiny diamonds. I was like, “Is this a joke?” To my surprise, it was real. What a relief! That could pay my school fees and take care of my family! Then I spotted five plane tickets. Just sitting there…. to Zanzibar – my dream destination! But as I was about to leave like a heroine, I heard a hiss and turned around to see a snake. I just rolled my eyes like, “Please, get out my way, not today” and made my great escape.
By Miss Mabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent Orbit. AI-Generated.
The stars shimmered like diamonds scattered across an infinite velvet sea. The crew of the Odyssey-9 was nearing the end of a two-year research mission around the edge of Saturn’s rings. Spirits were high. The mission was almost complete, data transmission back to Earth had begun, and the fuel checks were green. Everything pointed toward a triumphant return.
By Dart Wryabout a year ago in Fiction
Waited for him
In the land of Elarindor, where the skies sang at dawn and the moon whispered lullabies to the mountains, there stood a quiet village called Lirien's Hollow. It was a place brushed with magic—subtle, not loud. The trees seemed to listen. Dream voices were often carried by the wind. And in a small cottage by the river lived a girl named Alira.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Fiction
How to Forget a Love That Never Was
You don’t. You tell yourself you will—that time will sand down the edges of their memory until it’s smooth enough to hold without bleeding. You throw out the concert stubs, delete their number, laugh a little too loudly when friends say, *"You’re better off."* But then winter comes. And suddenly, you’re 2 a.m. and a half-empty bottle of wine, staring at a blurry photo from a party where their arm *almost* brushed yours. You’re the scent of rain on pavement, sharp and familiar, because they once mentioned loving storms. You’re the hollow click of your phone lighting up with *anyone’s* name but theirs. The cruelest part? There’s nothing to mourn. No breakup, no betrayal—just the phantom weight of a hand that never held yours, lips that never quite met your skin. You grieve a fever dream: the way their voice dropped when tired, the way they’d tilt their head listening to music, the way the universe *lied* when it made you feel like destiny was stitching your souls together with invisible thread. People call it *unrequited love* like it’s a single-season affliction. But you know the truth: it’s learning to live with a ghost that was never alive to begin with. So you don’t forget. You just learn to stop saying their name out loud.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
He Loved Me Before I Loved Myself
He Loved Me Before I Loved Myself By Lila Hart The first time he saw me, I was breaking. Not in the dramatic way that people sometimes imagine, but quietly—like a book left out in the rain, pages warping, spine softening, still whole, but no longer the same.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
A Silent Kind of Love
A Silent Kind of Love By Lila Hart When I first met Jules, I thought he didn’t like me. He was quiet—painfully so. While others filled the room with laughter and noise, Jules sat in the corner of the university library with headphones on and eyes that never looked up unless necessary.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction