Young Adult
How To Disappear: Part Two
Part One: - “Jayce, you’re being ridiculous.” Jayce doesn’t make excuses. It’s starting to become exhausting to do so. He doesn’t tell his mother about anything that happened yesterday, or today. He doesn’t mention the cigarette he smoked by the lake, or the way the fish glittered under the gleaming sun.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asimabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forest That Remembers
In the quiet village of Dareth, surrounded by misty hills and fields of golden rye, there stood a forest unlike any other. The villagers called it The Forest That Remembers—a place where the trees whispered names, the wind carried old secrets, and the roots seemed to know your past.
By Ahmad shahabout a year ago in Fiction
She Waits For the Key to Be Given. Content Warning.
There weren't many reasons to sleep anymore. Pure necessity, sure, but beyond that, it wasn't an enjoyable time. Cali didn't find sleep restful. Her little townhome didn't feel like safety anymore, but thanks to a mortgage, she was locked in. Her home was a series of half-done things; a half-eaten dinner that sat next to her spot on the couch. Her sink was full of half-washed dishes soaking the dried on mess. Half her bed was covered in half-folded laundry. Her phone was full of never-sent texts, half written and half-forgotten.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Fiction
Bread across barbed wire
The Weight of Sweat The summer sun scorched the rooftops as Kurt dragged himself home from school, sweating lines down his dust-covered face. upon arriving home, his mother woke up, who was taking a siesta rest break. She woke up and fried yesterday’s cooked beans by adding some tomatoes and served him the meal. After making his lunch, his mother told him to check upon his father, who did not come to the lunch, which was unusual.
By Ihtisham ul haqabout a year ago in Fiction
A Girl’s Cricket Journey. AI-Generated.
In the dusty lanes of a small town in South Asia, echoes the crack of a cricket bat. Among boys diving for catches and shouting appeals, stands a young girl, gripping her bat with steady hands and eyes filled with determination. Her name is Ayesha, and her dreams stretch far beyond the boundaries marked by white lines on a cricket field.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a year ago in Fiction
