Short Story
Where Truth Dared to Speak
Where Truth Dared to Speak There was a city once, hidden between green hills and the slow burn of time, where change arrived reluctantly, if at all. Stoneville wasn’t on many maps, and most folks liked it that way. It was a place of rhythm and repetition, where tradition wasn’t just respected, it was sacred.
By Fakhra Anwar content createrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter by the Lake
On the quiet edge of a small village, there was a lake where time seemed to slow down. Every afternoon, Ayan would sit under the old tamarind tree, sketching the ripples on the water and watching the birds fly home. One day, while he was drawing, he noticed a piece of folded paper tucked between the roots of the tree. Curious, he picked it up. It was a letter. “To the one who sits by the lake, I see you every day, lost in your art. I wonder what you’re thinking, and whether you see me too. If you read this, leave a flower on the stone by the tree. If not, I’ll know it’s just my silly heart.” The next day, Ayan brought a marigold and left it on the stone. The letters kept coming, and he replied with small notes of his own. They never saw each other, yet their words were full of color, laughter, and quiet dreams. Over weeks, a silent love grew. One rainy evening, Ayan sat by the tree with a single red rose, his heart pounding. As thunder rolled across the sky, someone approached, holding a yellow umbrella. It was Mira—the girl who lived across the lake. Their eyes met, and no words were needed. The letters had already said it all.
By Sijan Ahamedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAINabout a year ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Fish
Animals in the wild simply live their life from their instincts that have been developed as adaptations to their environment. People are a product of their environment and experience society, culture, and all that. As tempting or easy as it may be to try to interpret everyone in our own image, we should recall that there is an important upshot to this monkey-and-fish fable: projecting our values and needs onto others without much real attempt to understand what they need, and in the context of which they need it can do damage, often well beyond our reckoning.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Importance of Wildflowers
The Importance of Wildflowers D. A. Ratliff As I awakened, consciousness slowly returned, yet I lingered in a dream as it drifted away. I had no trouble remembering the dream, which had been the same since childhood. I stood on a narrow wooden bridge, flat land covered with scrub brush extending as far as I could see, and wildflowers scattered everywhere.
By D. A. Ratliffabout a year ago in Fiction
