Short Story
A Lethal Love Story
The rain came down in whispers, not the kind that soaked skin, but the kind that drenched memories. It slid down the iron gutters like tears from a ghost’s eyes. Under the flickering streetlamp of Rue des Fleurs-where time wore a cloak of dust and cobwebbed ivy-Helena stood, draped in a velvet coat black as mourning. Her eyes-smoky, ancient and still burning-glinted as she waited.
By Sovon Mukherjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
Where the Road Forgets
The road stretched endlessly ahead, crumbling at the edges like the pages of a forgotten book. Dust spiraled up with every step he took, though the wind had long gone still. The sky above held no sun, only a pale light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. He didn’t know how long he had been walking—only that he must keep walking.
By Muhammad Abbas about a year ago in Fiction
One Rainy Tuesday
Rain painted soft rivers on the windows of the little corner cafe, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of gray and green. Inside, the scent of wet pavement mixed with freshly ground coffee and the faint floral trace of chamomile tea. Mira sat at her usual table by the window, a well-worn copy of a poetry collection open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a line in the last fifteen minutes.
By Sarwar Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
Mad
A brisk breeze passes through the night. I feel it swarm around me, making my skin grow colder. It seems to be something my body has handled before. I shiver with each gust that catches my path. I take off a cheap, small bag of things I figured would be useful for this night that sits on my back. Pulling out a lighter and a pack of Cleopatra cigarettes, my friend brought me from Egypt. I flick the lighter to flame, it burns the tip of the cigarette. They taste bland compared to what I usually have, but they calmed my nerves the same. Warmed me up a bit as well. I had been walking for 3 hours, and at least 20 minutes on top of that. Heading to the edge of McCarthy seems to be becoming a difficult distance to travel at night. But being out during the day is not going to cut it. If I were seen or worse, walked up on,it would not be an idle situation for me. You see, I'm hiding from something every normal, sane person does at one point or another in life.
By Will Sangalliabout a year ago in Fiction
Once upon a time....
Once upon a time in a classroom almost like this one there sat a teddy bear on the windowsill. This teddy was owned by a little boy that was brought in for show and tell. He shared the teddy bear's name with the class for the bear helped him with his reading. The little boy liked to read to the bear. The little boy left the bear for use for another day and share with his friends. The little when passing the school that late afternoon he told the bear be good and sleep tight. See you tomorrow, Teddy Bear.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Viora's Dream
“Viora…” The soft-spoken whisper stirs her from her slumber. Not knowing who it was, she opens her eyes to question the party. A small gasp escapes her, not because they are not among her, but at the sight of immense trees. Trees that tower and reach to the sky, with branches that seem to stretch and intertwine into glows of orange, red, and yellow. Something once known intimately, vaguely remembered. As the beauty of this eternal autumn dances across her vision with the caressing breeze, she hears her voice gently say a single word.
By Michael Bradshawabout a year ago in Fiction
Samsung Launches ultrathin smartphone that will compete with Apple.
Seoul, May 13, 2025, South Korea — At a magnificent event hosted at its flagship store in Seoul, Samsung Electronics formally launched the Galaxy S25 Edge, the company's slimmest smartphone to yet. The announcement of this model made a calculated move in the competitive marketplace between Samsung and the other company Apple in 2025.
By Provakar Dev Barmanabout a year ago in Fiction
