SHAYAN

Joined June 2025

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The Friendship Time Capsule
The Friendship Time Capsule The afternoon sun slanted through the maple trees, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. Emma wiped her brow and squinted at the overgrown patch of grass near the old oak tree in her childhood neighborhood. She hadn’t been back in years—maybe not since high school graduation—but something had drawn her here, to the very spot where she and Lily had spent countless summer afternoons.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in BookClub
The Library That Forgot You
The Library That Forgot You I first noticed the library at exactly midnight. It appeared without warning, tucked between the shadows of two buildings I’d walked past hundreds of times. One moment, it wasn’t there—a narrow alley with cracked bricks and flickering streetlights. The next, a tall wooden door stood in its place, brass handles gleaming as if polished by unseen hands. A small plaque above read simply: The Library That Forgets.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Writers
“My Grandmother’s Wi-Fi Password”
My Grandmother’s Wi-Fi Password When my grandmother finally got Wi-Fi, the whole family treated it like the moon landing.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Families
“The Sound of My Mother’s Silence”
The Sound of My Mother’s Silence My mother has always been a quiet woman. Not the shy kind of quiet, nor the timid type that trembles before words — hers is a deliberate, almost sacred quiet. When she moves through the house, it’s as if the walls soften their creaks to match her rhythm. Her silence isn’t empty; it’s full of something I used to be too loud to hear.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Families
“Autumn, Unsent”
Letter One – Winter Dear You, It’s been forty-seven days since you left without goodbye. The first snow came early this year, thick and soundless, blanketing the street outside my window like a page waiting for a story I no longer know how to write.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in BookClub
“Postcards From the Afterlife”
Postcards From the Afterlife Genre: Speculative / Emotional Fiction Theme: Grief, memory, closure, healing The first postcard arrived on a Wednesday.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Chapters
Letters to the Future Tenant
Letters to the Future Tenant The first letter fell from the wall like a leaf. It was a pale yellow note, folded twice, the edges curled with age. Elise had been peeling away the faded floral wallpaper in her new apartment when it fluttered to the floor. She thought it was a scrap of old glue or a receipt left behind by the previous tenant. But then she saw her name written on it — Elise — in soft pencil, the letters slanted and neat.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Fiction
“Letters to My Future Self (Who Never Arrived)”
Letters to My Future Self (Who Never Arrived) When I was sixteen, I used to write letters to my future self. I kept them in a shoebox under my bed, next to old concert tickets, broken friendship bracelets, and the kind of secrets that only made sense in the language of adolescence.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Fiction
Autocorrect Knows Too Much
Autocorrect Knows Too Much It started with a typo. At least, that’s what I told myself when my phone finished my sentence before I could. I was messaging my friend Leah—something harmless, something like “I’ll come by after—” and then it appeared, smooth and confident, the suggested word glowing blue:
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Feast
How to Breathe on Mars
How to Breathe on Mars When I first landed on Mars, no one told me how quiet it would be. Not the kind of quiet that soothes, but the kind that presses against your chest until you start counting your own breaths just to prove you’re still there.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Earth
“When the Sky Opened Like a Curtain”
When the Sky Opened Like a Curtain Every night, at exactly 3:33 AM, the sky above Marrow Creek opened like a curtain. It didn’t tear or flash or make a sound. It simply parted, as if the heavens themselves were stage drapes drawn by unseen hands. Behind them shimmered another world — faint at first, like light behind frosted glass, but brightening until the stars themselves seemed embarrassed to shine beside it.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Chapters
“The Stranger Who Changed My Commute”
The Stranger Who Changed My Commute The 7:45 a.m. train was always the same. The same crowd, the same stale coffee smell, the same low hum of earbuds leaking tiny bits of pop songs. I’d sit in the same seat — third car, left side, two rows from the end — and scroll mindlessly through headlines I’d forget before we hit the next stop.
By SHAYAN2 months ago in Feast