Young Adult

The House Without Your Voice
It’s strange how silence can feel so heavy. When you were here, the house was never really quiet. I don’t mean in a noisy, chaotic way—it was the kind of sound that made a place feel alive. Your voice floated from the kitchen as you hummed while cooking. You’d call out from the hallway, asking if I’d seen your keys. You’d tell me a random story you’d remembered, your words spilling out in bursts of laughter.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
A coward boy. Content Warning.
Mike was the son of a rich aristocratic family that raised him in luxury. He was a man of fine looks, and of noble bearing, and of personal attractions to the female, and of being a prominent character in society. He was handsome, with a languid smile, a proud mustache, and flirtatious eyes that many found irresistible. He was a very witty and polite person and thus was quite fashionable for parties and such events. Women saw him as a charming man and men looked at him as if wishing they could be him because of his physique and his alleged womanizing ways. He was also a master duelist with sword and pistol and often said that if he chose to fight with someone he would prefer to use pistols.
By Khan Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Piglet climbed down the small tree and smiled and walked over to Eeyore and handed him his tail. Eeyore was so happy in his own way and Paddington opened his suitcase to see if he had anything to attach Eeyore's tail so maybe he would not lose it again. He found a safety pin and attached to Eeyore's back end. Eeyore was just so happy wiggling it around. He offered his thanks to all involved and joined in the party that seemed to be growing to get Paddington back to London proper. Who will they meet next? Could it be....
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Eeyore reached the sapling and studied it very long. "I think I found my tail up a tree. Have no way of knowing how it got this far. They all said that it was quite blustery this morning. "I suppose it was." said Eeyore. They all looked up into the tree and they to see what looked like Eeyore's tail. The tree did not look strong enough for Pooh or Paddington or even Eeyore to climb, so Piglet decided to shake off his anxiety and climb the tree. Piglet made it to the spot, and it was Eeyore's tail now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Paddington saw something hanging in the thistle bush and called Pooh over "Is this his tail?" It was just a piece of thin bark. They continued to walk down the path looking in directions. Paddington was getting a little peckish and pulled out a marmalade sandwich and offered to all for he liked to share. Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore had their favorite snacks, and marmalade was not what they wanted at the moment. They noticed something hanging from a tree sapling and walked closer. "Could it be?" Eeyore was first to check it out for he missed his tail much.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington was walking through the Hundred Acre Wood along with Tigger and Piglet they bumped into Eeyore and his search for his tail that he seems to lose every now again. Eeyore says "Hi, Pooh, Piglet and Tigger." Eeyore looks at Paddington and introduces himself and says will you help me find my tale? Paddington looks at the others and agrees to help him. "Where do we look first?" They walk down to where Eeyore just left, and they saw a thistle bush. Paddington looked all around it along with the others. They saw something hanging there.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
How Can We Reduce the Aging of Our Brain?. AI-Generated.
Aging is a natural part of life, but when it comes to our brains, the decline can sometimes feel more alarming than physical changes. We misplace our keys, forget a name, or find it harder to learn something new — and we wonder: Is this just aging, or something more? The truth is, while we can’t stop time, we can take active steps to slow the aging process in our brains and keep our mental faculties strong well into later years.
By LONE WOLFabout a year ago in Fiction
Blind Date. Top Story - August 2025.
My eyes dart every which way as I examine every possible exit to make an escape. I told my best friend, Holly, I was not ready to be dating again, but she insisted. So, here I am: sitting at the far end of the bar in a short, slutty red dress lightly sipping on a martini waiting for the guy to show up.
By JMabout a year ago in Fiction
Married to the Unknown King
A woman woke up with a pounding headache, her body feeling heavy and sluggish. As she shifted slightly, she was shocked to find an undressed stranger lying next to her.
By Jacob Philippe about a year ago in Fiction