Fiction
The Faith of Samira
Title: The Faith of Samira Chapter 1: The Call to Faith In the heart of Lahore, a city pulsating with life, culture, and tradition, lived Samira. Her family had resided in the Walled City for generations, their roots intertwined with the history of Pakistan itself. Samira was 22, a recent graduate of Punjab University with a degree in Islamic Studies, and her future seemed as clear and bright as the morning azan.
By ayesha nadeem2 years ago in Chapters
Salience. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: Death From Above There Acher stood, the door to his back staring at him in anger at his escape. If it had arms it would drag him back into its depths. His shirt became sticky from his blood loss finding that the blood had seemed to slow down significantly or completely. It was hard to tell with the lights out and the house filled with a different darkness than the basement jail. To his left was the disheveled bathroom with the most vile smell burning his nostrils. He slowly crept towards it squeezing his body as flat as he could against the wall. Nothing and no one was present though something eerie stood out in his mind about the bath. The curtain was drawn and through the cracks, you could see that nothing was inside yet something told him that something was lying in it. His hand stretched out towards the curtain and when he touched the curtain he withdrew his hand. Something more than instinct told him not to. He left quickly and as silently as he could. The kitchen held not a single germ or item out of place. So clean that the moonlight that crept through slits shined brilliantly and Acher could see his reflection.
By Murry Haithcock2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
*** TED “Doug? Thank God. What made you come here looking for Timmy?” “I didn’t buy your bad dream story. Something was up. I figured someone took him to blackmail you. I was right. Look, I gotta pour a foundation tomorrow morning. My gun isn’t exactly legal. How about I do a free disposal for you, instead of calling the cops?”
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
A Purr-fect Day: The Imaginary 9-to-5 Adventures of My Cat
In the bustling world of imagination, where the ordinary transcends into the extraordinary, let’s take a whimsical journey into the daily grind of my cat’s imaginary 9-to-5 job. While most felines spend their days napping in sun-drenched patches or chasing elusive shadows, in this fantastical realm, my cat dons a metaphorical tie and ventures into the bustling world of corporate chaos.
By Alexander Mensah2 years ago in Chapters
The Narrative Nonsense
Chapter 1: The Incomprehensible Commission In the whimsical town of Hilarity, WV, I, the world-renowned storyteller Dolores, received an absurd request. A seven-foot-tall talking carrot named Carlton commanded me to spin a tale that would make everyone on Earth laugh until their sides ached. I stared at the anthropomorphic vegetable, skeptical of my ability to fulfill such a preposterous commission. Little did I know, the story that would unfold would defy the very fabric of reality and tickle the funny bones of even the grimmest beings.
By PoliSpeakHub2 years ago in Chapters
A Farewell Beneath the City Lights
The Long Goodbye in the City That Never Sleeps "Never hire a gambler to guard your money," the boss warned, his stern eyes boring into mine. "Bring him back tomorrow, with a clear head, and I'll consider giving him another chance."
By The Wolf Gaming2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
The men and women of average ability only looked on with blank stares as if skeleton heads held eyes but no other organs or signs of life. What they did do, however, was organize chapters, sectors, and guilds. To keep them out of the nation within a nation, all the CS had to do was deliver them aptitude tests. They never passed. When some of them fought, got bloody-minded, and studied and still didn’t achieve a satisfactory score, they looked at themselves and challenged the Board of Information Systematic Testing (BIST) to review their virtues. This wasn’t the most tangible of things to ascertain.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Weight
Something is off. I feel it with every fiber of my being. I know her like the back of my hand. We may be 2195 miles apart but I can still feel when she needs me, I can feel when something is wrong. So I pick up the phone, scroll down to our messages from two months ago and click her name.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
