Short Story
REVOLUTION OF HEARTS
In the heart of a small, rural village in Nepal, under the shadow of the monarchy’s harsh rules, two souls are bound by love but torn apart by the walls of society. It is the 1950s, and the caste system rules every aspect of life. The idea of love beyond one’s birth is still a distant dream.
By Roshan Chauhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pipe Betrayal
Yesterday morning, the washing machine pipe snapped—a clean, unapologetic betrayal. It had served faithfully for years, carrying water into the tub without complaint. But now? Now, it had abandoned me in the peak of summer, when chores felt endless and sweat turned every task into an endurance trial.
By Subhasri Devarajabout a year ago in Fiction
She Wanted a Home; I Gave Her a Hallway
She slammed the door behind her, leaving the apartment in a silence that felt like a vacuum. The door didn't close completely; it remained slightly ajar. A draft from the hallway stirred a sticky note off the table, sending it fluttering to the floor.
By Adam Collinsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Killed an Elephant with His Elbow
Bandara, who killed an elephant with his elbow There is no doubt that you have heard countless stories about martial arts in different countries of the world and the fighters who mastered those skills. In addition, they even create wonderful films based on those stories. With that, they were able to tell the world about the fighting exploits of the ancient fighters of their country.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Terms
Colin stepped back from his father’s gravestone, turning up his collar against the lingering winter chill. Father preached, ‘Take no risks. Stay the course’ for a trouble-free life. But Father never had to explain blight to a hungry child or when they might eat again. In his day, their valley was bountiful and taken for granted. What would Father think today?
By H.G. Silviaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Life and Times of Andy Richards
Andy Richards was jolted back to consciousness by the sound of his jangling alarm clock. A hand reached out from under the bed covers as the offending sound split the stillness of the dark bedroom. Andy groped blindly across the surface of the nightstand, brushing past a pair of glasses and a paperback book toward the source of offending noise.
By Terry Longabout a year ago in Fiction
Spiraling. Content Warning.
Have you ever had one of those days where you just didn't want to get out of bed? A morning where nothing would have been more wonderful than to roll over, go back to sleep, and never wake up again? To lose yourself forever in a blissful cocoon of peace, quiet, and dreamless slumber, without having to worry about the outside world or the people in it for an eternity? Lucy had been having one of those days for the last three years of her life.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT MAGIC - ch 25
MIDNIGHT MAGIC – ch 25 Julie (*)(*)(*) Finola and Julie walked back inside the house. While Finola wore a satisfied smile, Julie’s grin seemed as though it tried to stretch across her entire face. She tried to hide her giddiness but didn’t do such a great job of it. Mia looked at her friend and subtly nodded. Everyone else, not sure of what was about to happen, but knowing Finola’s sense of humor, looked bemused.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
