Young Adult

The Interview
That morning, Indah woke up early than usual. The faint sound of azan from the nearby surau stirred her heart. She sat up, taking a deep breath, whispering to herself, "Today is the day, Indah. First day to chase your own sustenance."
By Doveryn Joyce 12 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Kuala Lumpur Sky
Kuala Lumpur was nothing like her village. The blaring horns, the rush of people chasing buses, the overlapping announcements, it all made Indah's head spin.
By Doveryn Joyce 12 months ago in Fiction
Lost in Kuala Lumpur
“Indah… don’t cry anymore.” Her dad’s voice echoed in her mind, though he had long gone. That morning, Indah’s world turned dark. The family home she had always known was gone. Her parents had passed, leaving her completely alone.
By Doveryn Joyce 12 months ago in Fiction
The Painter of Forgotten Faces. AI-Generated.
The town of Windmere was known for two things — its endless fog and its quiet secrets. On the edge of its cobblestone streets stood a small art studio, its windows always glowing softly at night. Inside lived a painter named Jonas Vale, a man both admired and feared for his peculiar gift.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret. AI-Generated.
In the heart of a small European town stood a little clock shop called Teller’s Timepieces. It was easy to miss — wedged between a bakery and a tailor’s store, with a dusty sign that hadn’t been repainted in decades. But those who knew the place spoke of its owner, Elias Teller, as a man who could fix any clock in the world — even those long thought broken forever.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Last Passenger. AI-Generated.
The 11:40 p.m. train from Crescent City to Marrow Junction was almost empty that night. Only four passengers sat scattered in the dimly lit compartment — a young woman reading a paperback, a middle-aged man staring out the window, a student with headphones, and an old lady clutching a suitcase.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
For Better Or For Worse. Top Story - October 2025.
Eli pressed his eye to the keyhole. The hallway beyond was dim, lit by a single dying bulb that pulsed like it was taking its last breath. Eli had avoided this door for most of the time he’d lived here.
By Baby Josie12 months ago in Fiction
Ouija Knocks Back
The first night the board came out, the house was a jar with its lid twisted loose. We’d eaten cereal on the couch because Mom couldn’t bring herself to dirty a pan, then washed the bowls while our feet slid on the linoleum where the dishwasher had once dripped. Dad would have fixed the leak without YouTube, without a manual, just a wrench and that chuckle that warmed the kitchen more than steam. The month after the funeral, the maintenance man replaced the gasket and offered condolences like a coupon. The leak stopped, but the kitchen was still cold.
By Cadma12 months ago in Fiction
Sights of Blackness
Waves crashed when Esther Posey saw the door. No one else populated that Rehoboth Beach, Delaware stretch of sand at this time early in the morning. The sun peeked over the land. The upright beckoned her. With sunkissed skin and a blue and gold sundress to match, she walked through the sand, sandals in hand. A growing sense of dread washed over her as she approached the door jamb. The door stood closed. She inspected the area. Nothing hindered her. Fingertips floated over the surface of the door. Smooth to the touch, she communed with the painted door.
By Skyler Saunders12 months ago in Fiction
Parental Fear
The Knock She sat restlessly on the couch staring blankly at the TV. Her daughter, at the mall with her friends, was 10 minutes late, and her son, at his friend’s house, was going on 5 minutes late already. She shifted between angry and scared with each second of the clock.
By Timothy A Rowland12 months ago in Fiction
#4B Escorting For The Limelight Part 2: The Winner...
The following Monday afternoon, Ski & Nu quickly walked to the school courtyard together to have a quick meeting with Chrysanthemum about the escort competition.
By Tiffany Gordon12 months ago in Fiction
Today's Special
“Would you like to hear about our two specials this evening?” “Yes please,” said Unice in her raspy, but seductive, voice. She lowered the menu away from her face, adjusted her little round glasses, and smiled at the charming young waiter.
By Amos Glade12 months ago in Fiction