Young Adult

The Photo I Found in My Attic Wasn’t Supposed to Exist
I was cleaning out the attic last weekend, something I’d been putting off for years. The summer heat made the air up there heavy and still, and the dust clung to my skin as I pushed aside old boxes. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular—just trying to make space.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Why I Love You
It’s strange how life’s most important moments don’t always announce themselves. The first time I saw her, it didn’t feel like a “meeting the love of your life” moment. She wasn’t framed in sunlight or stepping out of a movie. She was sitting in the corner of a small café, scribbling into a notebook, a soft scarf wrapped around her neck. The air smelled faintly of coffee and cinnamon. She didn’t glance at her phone or tap her fingers impatiently. She was completely absorbed, lost in her own world. But I couldn’t stop looking. Something about her presence made everything else fade, like the world had quietly rearranged itself around her. I didn’t know her name. I didn’t know her story. All I knew was that I wanted to.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Fiction
A Stranger in Every Photograph
A Stranger in Every Photograph I found the photo album on a rainy Sunday afternoon, tucked behind boxes in the attic of my late grandmother’s house. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the pages yellowed, and the smell of old paper and faint perfume clung to it like a ghost.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day the Colors Fled
The Day the Colors Fled It started quietly, as if the city had taken a deep breath and let all color escape. I woke to gray skies and streets stripped of vibrancy. My walls, my clothes, the garden outside—everything was a shade of ash, steel, and stone. Even the sunlight seemed pallid, like paper left too long in the sun. I rubbed my eyes, convinced it was a trick of sleep. But the world outside my window confirmed my fear.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Café That Served Emotions
The Café That Served Emotions The café wasn’t on any map. Not in guidebooks, not on GPS, not even on the neon-lit streets of downtown. You stumbled upon it when you weren’t looking, through a narrow alley framed by ivy and flickering lanterns. The sign read simply: “Café Émotion”, its letters curling like smoke.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Letters to the Future Me
Letters to the Future Me It started on a Tuesday. I was pouring cereal at my tiny kitchen table when I noticed the envelope lying beside my bowl. Brown paper, neatly folded, with my name written in cursive I didn’t recognize. I opened it with cautious curiosity.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Visitor. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
The first flash came at 7:17 p.m. Eliza sat up in her cot, eyes wide in the dark room. The sterile white walls of Ward B had blinked with blue light—like a camera flash—illuminating the hallway just outside her door. She scooted back against the cold wall, shoving the pillow into her lap. She studied the crack under the door—waiting, listening.
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Fiction
A Grimm’s Fallen. Content Warning.
As a young child, Mistie was a strange creature. His wings and hair were white, which was seen as a omen of bad fortune. In addition, he had more than one pair of wings, which labeled him as a cursed child. But Mistie was smart, and wanted to know more about the world.
By Natalie Irene Gonzales about a year ago in Fiction
Returned to My Childhood Hometown After 20 Years And Found a Stranger’s Face in My Family Photo
Returned to My Childhood Hometown After 20 Years And Found a Stranger’s Face in My Family Photo By: Abdullah When I stepped off the bus, the air felt heavier than I remembered. Twenty years had passed since I last walked these streets of my childhood hometown, yet the smell of damp earth after a morning rain was the same. The cracked sidewalks, the rusting lampposts, the leaning wooden fences they all seemed to greet me like old friends who hadn’t changed, though I knew I had.
By Abdullah Khan about a year ago in Fiction
*The Whispering Library*
In the quiet corner of a forgotten town stood a library older than memory. Its stone walls were veiled in ivy, its windows perpetually misted, as though the building breathed in secrets and exhaled silence. Most people passed it without a glance. Few dared to enter. But Amina did.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Letter From the Mountains
The mountains were quiet that morning—too quiet for spring. Usually, the valley would be filled with the laughter of shepherd boys chasing their goats, or the rhythmic sound of women pounding wheat into flour. But on that day, the only sound was the wind sweeping across the peaks, carrying with it a certain heaviness.
By Aminullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Who's the real Monster?
Those words left me frozen in place. My mind raced with thoughts of denial; There's no way in Hell I heard that. If I have then I've finally lost it. Better get out now. The same voice spoke again to prevent me from leaving Follow me into the bathroom. Everything in me said run, yet I couldn't move.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction