Short Story

The Library of Forgotten Dreams
The library was forgotten by most. Tucked behind thick hedges and hidden at the edge of the village, its old wooden door creaked with every passing wind. Yet inside, among the towering shelves and faded maps pinned to the walls, magic lingered like the scent of old paper waiting.
By Judith Atambi about a year ago in Fiction
Meda: The Modern Medusa
The rain clawed at the windows of the cramped flat, a wild, frantic sound that filled every corner of the room. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old books, strong tea, and something older still — the dusty scent of memory.
By Kelabout a year ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Forgotten"
Lydia Montgomery has spent years burying herself in the past, unable to move on from the tragic death of her fiancé Michael, who died in a car accident three years ago. She has avoided the world of love and desire and immersed herself in her work as an art historian.
By robin jamesabout a year ago in Fiction
Half a Soul
In a quiet little village, there lived a girl named Dora Ettings. She was not like other girls her age. When she was very young, a wicked fairy cursed her and stole half of her soul.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clever Crow and the Cunning Fox
Once upon a time, in a deep, sprawling forest, there lived a clever crow named Corwin. His feathers were as dark as midnight, and his sharp beak made him an expert at finding food, no matter how tricky the task. But Corwin wasn't just smart about finding food; he was clever in other ways too. He loved puzzles, challenges, and the art of outwitting those around him.
By Ihtisham ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Last Secret
Chapter 1: The Unwinding In the quiet village of Ash Hollow, time moved like molasses—thick, slow, and sweet. Nestled between misty hills and whispering pines stood a dilapidated clock shop, its sign creaking in the wind: Hargrove’s Horology. Inside, Elias Hargrove, the town’s last clockmaker, labored over his final creation. His hands, gnarled but steady, adjusted a tiny gear no larger than a ladybug’s wing.
By Sanchita Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Night Shift at the Morgue Has One Rule: Never Answer the Knocks"
The First Rule "Rule number one," said Carl, the retiring night attendant, as he handed me the keys to the Willowbrook Morgue. "Never answer the knocks."
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
The Importance of Customization from Your Banana Rollers Supplier
Finding a Reliable Banana Rollers Supplier for Your Production Needs Choosing a dependable Banana Rollers supplier is an important decision for manufacturers who seek efficient and smooth production processes. Banana rollers, known for their unique bowed shape, are widely used in industries such as textiles, packaging, paper, and film. They help to eliminate wrinkles, spread material evenly, and improve overall tension control across production lines.
By Eaio Niabout a year ago in Fiction
CONFUCIUS AND SOCRATES: THE DAWN OF A NEW WORLD
There exists, lost between the ages, a place that no traveler has ever been able to find twice. A nameless city, set upon a forgotten land, where the stones of the squares are as ancient as the sky itself, and where flowers bloom in the interstices of the cobblestones, bursting into white corollas beneath the feet of the wise. A place where the wind, as it passes between the marble columns and the golden pagodas, sings a hymn that neither Greece nor China can entirely claim.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Fiction
When Destiny Brought Two Hearts Together
Zindagi ke kuch lamhe aise hote hain jo hamesha ke liye yaadon mein bas jaate hain. Aisi hi ek kahani hai Ayaan aur Hania ki. Dono ki mulaqat bilkul achanak hui thi, lekin jaise kismet ne pehle se likh rakha ho, unka milna tay tha. Ayaan ek sheher ka ladka tha, jo apne career ke peeche bhaag raha tha. Din raat kaam karta, sapne dekhta aur unhe pura karne ki koshish mein lagaa rehta. Hania ek chhoti si town ki ladki thi, jo apne sapno mein khoyi rehti thi, lekin dil se bahut badi thi. Uska andaaz, uski muskurahat, sab kuch kuch khaas tha. Ek din Ayaan ka kaam ke silsile mein uss town mein jaana hua. Station par jab wo train ka intezaar kar raha tha, tabhi ek ladki se takra gaya — wo ladki Hania thi. Uske haathon se kitaabein gir gayi. Ayaan ne jhuk ke kitaabein uthayi aur nazar uthi toh dono ki aankhein mil gayi. Kuch pal ke liye waqt jaise tham gaya. "Sorry," Ayaan ne kaha muskurate hue. "Koi baat nahi," Hania ne halki si muskurahat ke saath jawab diya. Bas, wahi se ek ajeeb si dosti shuru hui. Pehle kuch din bas choti choti baatein hoti rahi, phir dosti gehri hoti gayi. Hania Ayaan ko uss sheher ke chhote chhote khoobsurat raaz dikhati, aur Ayaan har naye din ke saath Hania ki muskurahat mein kho jaata. Ayaan ko kab uski aadat ho gayi, use khud nahi pata chala. Aur Hania bhi jab Ayaan ke saath hoti, to duniya ka har gham bhool jaati. Dono ke darmiyan ek khamosh si mohabbat pal rahi thi, lekin dono mein se kisi mein itni himmat nahi thi ke pehle izhaar kare. Ek shaam jab suraj dhal raha tha aur aasman surkh ho gaya tha, dono ek purani lake ke paas baithe the. Hawa mein thandi si mithaas thi. Hania ne halka sa muskurate hue kaha: "Ayaan, kabhi kabhi lagta hai kuch log bas ek dafa milte hain aur zindagi bhar ke liye kuch ban jaate hain." Ayaan ne use dekha, uski aankhon mein kuch tha — ek kahani, ek ehsaas. "Hania, tum meri zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat kahani ban gayi ho," Ayaan ne dheere se kaha. Hania ke gaal surkh ho gaye. Usne sharmate hue nazar jhuka li. Pehli dafa Ayaan ne uska haath apne haath mein le liya. "Main chahta hoon ke tum meri zindagi mein hamesha ke liye raho," Ayaan ne kaha. Hania ki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin khushi ke. Usne sirf itna kaha, "Main bhi." Us raat dono ki duniya badal gayi. Ab unki mulaqat sirf dosti tak mehdood nahi rahi. Har din nayi umeedein, naye sapne aur naye ehsaas lekar aata tha. Ayaan jab apne sheher lautne laga, to uska dil bohot udaas tha, lekin usne Hania se wada kiya tha: "Main laut ke aaoonga, sirf tumhare liye." Aur waqi Ayaan apna kaam settle karke kuch mahine baad wapas aaya — is baar apne rishta lekar. Dono ke ghar walon ne shuru mein kuch chhoti chhoti chintaayen zahir ki, lekin jab unhone Ayaan aur Hania ke bepanah mohabbat dekhi, to sab razi ho gaye. Shaadi ka din aaya. Hania ek safed joda pehne, khud pari lag rahi thi. Ayaan usse dekh kar bas ek hi baat soch raha tha: "Main duniya ke sabse khushnaseeb insaan hoon." Nikaah ke lafz jab qazi sahab ke zariye ghoonj rahe the, to dono ke chehre khushi se chamak rahe the. Jab qazi sahab ne kaha, "Qubool hai?" to dono ne muskurate hue jawab diya, "Qubool hai." Us din sirf do log nahi mile, balki do roohon ka milan hua. Mohabbat jo ek chhoti si mulaqat se shuru hui thi, ab ek hamesha ke bandhan mein badal chuki thi. Ayaan aur Hania ki kahani yahi nahi khatam hoti. Har din, har saal, unka pyaar aur gehra hota gaya. Musibat aaye, khushiyan aayein, lekin dono ne kabhi ek dusre ka haath nahi chhoda. Zindagi mein aksar sab kuch perfect nahi hota, lekin jab sahi insan saath ho, to har musibat asaan lagti hai. Ayaan aur Hania ne mil kar sab kuch jhela, aur apni mohabbat ko ek misaal bana diya. Aaj bhi jab koi unse mohabbat ke bare mein poochta hai, to Hania muskura kar kehti hai: "Humari mohabbat ek kahani nahi, ek dua hai jo Allah ne qubool kar li." Aur Ayaan hamesha kehta hai: "Jab tak saans hai, Hania meri zindagi ka hissa rahegi." Kuch mohabbatein waqayi kabhi khatam nahi hoti.
By Eisa duraneabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Saw the Tomorrow
The first time Elara predicted the future, she was six years old. At first, it seemed like a small thing: a lost dog that was found before its owner even knew it had gone missing. However, as time went on, the glimpses became sharper, clearer, and darker.
By MD Tarek Aziz about a year ago in Fiction
Order Up: The Adventures of Ethel & Franklin
”Bruhhhhh, what is taking the pizza dude so long?” Ethel complained. “Didn’t you order it like 15 hours ago?”. “Actually I ordered it just seven minutes ago, E-money bags.” Frank replied. “Oh” Ethel began akwardly. “Well it feels like we’ve been waitin’ a lot longer than that, Franky-boy”. “That’s because you have no patience, E-bone. You’re also kinda lazy considering that we could have easily just drove around the corner to Pizza Hut and got the pizzas in less than ten minutes.”
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction