Short Story
The Lost World of Manikyamani
Manikyamani was a 90-year-old woman who lived in a small apartment with her family. She was always physically present, but mentally, she seemed to be stuck in the past, as if that was where she truly belonged. Her talks were full of nostalgia; her voice was tinged with a hint of longing as she spoke of her mother, grandmother, and countless distant relatives.
By anu chandrashekar2 years ago in Fiction
The House Guest: Part 1
“Well, what the hell do you think I am?” The crotchety old man said as he shuffled his feet into the guest bedroom. “I think you are tired, Grandpa,” Kevin said as he tried to lead his grandfather toward the room, but the old man didn’t want anyone to touch him. He was slow and easily distracted. “I just want to get you set up so you’ll be comfortable.”
By Jarrett Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Onam Celebration: A Tale of Unity and Joy
The Onam Celebration: A Tale of Unity and Joy Introduction Onam, the harvest festival of Kerala, is a time of joy, togetherness, and vibrant celebrations. Every year, families come together to commemorate the return of King Mahabali, a mythical ruler known for his benevolence and just governance. This story unfolds in a small village in Kerala, capturing the essence of Onam through the eyes of a young girl named Anaya.
By Mahalakshmi2 years ago in Fiction
My coworker took her own life. Her coworkers came to her aid.
*Notice of Bereavement* was the simple headline of the email that arrived on a Monday morning. This one stuck out in our business world, where everything was timed and filled with emails. Before I even clicked to open it, a sense of dread and weight descended upon me.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The art of letting go
Emma's fingers danced across the piano keys, the melody echoing through the empty apartment. She played to escape the silence, to fill the void left by his absence. It had been six months since Jack's departure, but the ache remained and felt fresh like it was just yesterday.
By Dangana Amina Rabiu2 years ago in Fiction
Tikki and the Elf´s Ring
In Denmark, we have a dog breed that in English speaking countries you know as a "dachshund," but in Danish, it's called a "gravhund." Translated literally, "dig-dog" – well, that's not quite correct because the prefix "grav" refers to a fox or badger's burrow, which the breed was developed to fit perfectly into in order to chase the animal out. However, there's now a widespread misconception that it’s because they love to dig.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Fiction
The Whisper in the Stars
In a distant future where Earth has been long abandoned, humanity's thirst for exploration pushes them deeper into the unknown. But what happens when the unknown starts calling back? Strange signals, known only as "The Whisper," begin to ripple through the vastness of space, disrupting communication and sending chills through even the bravest of spacefarers. Onboard the starship Eclipse, Captain Leila Alvarez is about to uncover a mystery far greater than any human has ever faced. A mystery that may just be humanity’s last discovery.
By Tamer saleh2 years ago in Fiction
Something Bugging You?
He scratched at his scalp with dirty fingernails, grinning a yellow grin. I've no idea where he came from, whether he is homeless, or unhoused, or nomadic, or or or... and we aren't meant to judge. We breathe through our mouths, and offer what help we can.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Such A Lovely Place. Top Story - October 2024.
Blue. The sky way blue. Not, as it would happen, an unusual colour for the sky to be. Rather, it was what one might expect. Though, Remi was surprised, nonetheless. For some reason, on that Tuesday, he felt the sky should not be blue.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Dear George. Top Story - October 2024.
Dear George, Crooks is helpin' me write this. 'Cause you kno' I ain't good with words. I been thinkin' a lot. I wanna say sorry I make things hard for you. I kno' I ain't too smart. You always gotta look out for me. Sometimes, I think you'd be better off without me causin' trouble.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
