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"The Mirror That Never Lied"
The Mirror That Never Lied Evelyn sat in front of her mirror again. The one with the gold trim and the single crack running through its corner like a tear frozen in glass. It had been her mother’s. Passed down like an heirloom, like a curse. Every day, Evelyn would stare into it, searching for something beautiful, something lovable—never quite finding it.
By VoiceWithin6 months ago in Humans
The Man Who Collected Whispers
No one knew his name. In the city of lights and never-ending noise, he drifted like smoke — unnoticed, unremarkable. Every morning, he sat on the same bench in the corner of Willow Park with a small leather notebook and a fountain pen older than the trees.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Humans
The Girl Who Remembered Too Much
Lina was only seven when she started remembering things that never happened to her. She would wake in the middle of the night crying for a man she didn’t know. She’d speak of places she’d never visited — deserts with blue sand, oceans that sang, cities made of glass. Her parents thought she had an overactive imagination. “Dreams,” they said. “She’s just sensitive.”
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Art
Library of Unspoken Things
Mira had always known that silence could be heavy. Not just in the way people understood quiet — the lack of sound, the hush before a storm — but in the way that silence sat in the bones. The kind of silence that pressed against your chest at 3 AM, when the world was asleep but your memories were not.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Between Worlds
The mirror had been in her grandmother’s attic for as long as she could remember. Tall, framed in dark mahogany carved with symbols she couldn’t name, and draped most of the time in an old sheet. Her grandmother used to warn her not to touch it.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Fiction
The Room with No Echo
It began with the silence. Not the kind you find in the middle of the night, or when you’re lost in thought. This was a deeper kind of silence—thick, all-consuming, and strangely alive. It had a pulse. A weight. As if the air itself was listening.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Interview
Ashes of the Quiet
I. Before the Silence I was twelve when the war began. At first, it was only something we heard about — names on the radio, far-off cities burning in the distance, and soldiers who never came back. My mother would quickly turn the knob when the news came on, and my father would frown without a word. They thought protecting us from the noise would protect us from the war. But war doesn’t knock politely. It seeps in — through cracks in the walls, the absence of laughter, the slow disappearance of neighbors.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Step
I. Before the Fall Michael used to believe in stories. As a child, he used to pretend the cracks on his bedroom ceiling were maps to other worlds. His younger brother, Evan, would trace them with tiny fingers, dreaming up dragons, hidden cities, and secret heroes. They’d build cardboard castles and write scripts on torn notebook pages, performing them for no one but each other.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Lifehack
The Things I Never Said to My Father
The Things I Never Said to My Father A letter never sent. You were always there—but never quite present. Your presence filled the house like smoke: visible, lingering, but hard to breathe in. You sat in your armchair, every evening, unmoving except for the flicker of the remote in your hand. The glow of the television painted your face in pale light, but I don’t remember you smiling much.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Humans
Whispers in the Wire
No one noticed the exact moment Arian vanished. Not the technicians who passed him in sterile halls, nor the cameras he himself had once coded to recognize anomalies in human behavior. To the world, he was just another engineer, always tired, always distant.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Humans
