Short Story
Love That Waited. And Never Gave Up
They said I was foolish to wait. They said love doesn’t pause the world — but mine did. The day you walked away, time slowed. Not in some dramatic, movie-like way… but in the quiet, aching way that only the heart understands.
By Silent Tearsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fault in Our Stars – John Green
Lena had never liked hospitals. The smell, the silence, the fluorescent lights. They felt like waiting rooms for sadness. But after two years of living with bone cancer, she was used to it. Or at least, good at pretending she was.
By Sadiq Muhammadabout a year ago in Fiction
"Beginning-Endings" Unofficial Writing Challenge. Top Story - April 2025.
Welp, it's all in title: I am very excited to announce the kicking off of another unofficial challenge! I will be blathering on about the inspiration for this and such for a few paragraphs- so if you just want to get straight to the details of the challenge itself, feel free to skip down to the section in bold. No hard feelings, life can get busy. :)
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Window That Was Never Opened
Whispers The room was quiet — too quiet. Adil stood in his new apartment, a small one-bedroom flat tucked in a sleepy corner of town. He’d come here to escape the noise of the city, hoping for peace — and inspiration for his writing.
By GadgetGroundabout a year ago in Fiction
A Basket by the Door
I always thought Easter was for the little things - the clink of porcelain mugs on the kitchen counter, the crinkle of plastic grass in baskets, the smell of my mom’s lemon bread toasting in the oven, spread thick with butter and jam. It was for pastel sweaters and garden blooms and little foil-wrapped chocolates melting in your hand.
By Elendionneabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Chickens Stop Clucking
" Have you given up social work now? " " These days I am taking care of the family. " " What is that? " " Suddenly the chickens in the house have changed. There is not much talk. They are getting tired and flying around like bunnies. "
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
An Easter Feast. Content Warning.
Once upon a time there was a large, bipedal bunny. I wouldn't say he was "giant", in that he couldn't knock down skyscrapers, or even houses, really. Even a small cottage would have given him trouble. He was as tall as a man, so we can safely say he was giant for a rabbit. He hatched from a large pink egg at the bottom of Susie's and Tilly's garden. It had pale spots on it, and splashy freckly bits. It was a late Spring day, the weather was fine, and their mother had arranged for some friends and family to join them for a barbeque. She had dressed the girls in cotton summer dresses (Susie in yellow, Tilly in pink), and neither girl had protested or rolled her eyes. This was partly because they weren't quite old enough for that, and partly because this is an idyllic English garden setting, and that sort of thing would be quite out of place. Mummy sent them out to play in the garden, reminding them (with undue optimism) not to get their dresses mucky. Then she went back to clattering about in the kitchen. Making a coleslaw, or slicing strawberries, or fussing that there wouldn't be enough gin. One of those things. Daddy was, of course, manning the grill, with a beer in one hand, and a sausage-prodding device in the other.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Isaiah Rising
8 year old Isaiah has arrived at his church with his mother Miriam and his father Jonah for Easter Sunday. Their church, The First Calvary is hosting an Easter egg hunter for children in the community. “So how many eggs are you gonna get at the hunt today Isaiah?” Miriam asked while stepping out of the passenger’s seat. “I’m gonna get em’ all” Isaiah said with excitement.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
