Young Adult

When Love Finds You Unexpectedly. Content Warning.
by Anu Intro: They say the most beautiful stories begin when you least expect them—often in places you never thought to look. This is one of those stories. A moment that started with a simple app… and turned into a connection that changed my heart forever.
By Mystery9 months ago in Chapters
The Prince of Whispering Pawns
In the ancient kingdom of Lunalith, nestled between twilight forests and forgotten ruins, there existed a realm unlike any other—one governed not by kings or queens, but by familiars, you know the magical animal spirits who served the old bloodlines of witches, mages, and prophets. Among them none were more revered than Puja, the Prince of Whispering Pawns.
By Cadma9 months ago in Chapters
🇵🇸 Massive Rally in Dhaka: Tens of Thousands Protest Israeli Actions in Gaza
Dhaka, April 12, 2025 — The heart of Bangladesh’s capital transformed into a sea of Palestinian flags, placards, and passionate protestors as over 100,000 people gathered to denounce the ongoing Israeli military operations in Gaza. The rally, held at the iconic Shahbagh intersection, marked one of the most significant public outcries in recent memory, uniting people across political, religious, and social lines.
By Shahida Begum9 months ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 24: The Land That Doesn't Forget
Getting into her cousin's car, Camille looked over at Emily and gave her a big smile. "Thanks so much for coming to get me, Emily," She beamed, closing the door. "I'm really excited to go explore the East side."
By Amanda Doyle9 months ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 9
Early in the morning, as Max rolled around beneath a sheet, enjoying a visit from the astral plane visitor haunting his dreams, he jumped out of bed as the buzzer at his door alerted him someone was there. Max got up, slid into a pair of pants, and hurried across his private quarters yelling, “I’m coming.” As Max opened the door, the look on Jensen's face told him something was wrong.
By Jason Ray Morton 9 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
The village had changed. The houses were still there, but the people were not. What remained wore their skins—smiling too wide, eyes too dull. They moved through rituals, living by the light of a sun that hadn’t risen in weeks.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Chapters
1/0: Entries from the End Times
<participant id = 1> fished a spare loonie from her pocket, then fed it into the slot in the shopping cart’s plastic-caked handle, freeing it from the chain that entangled it with its neatly lined siblings.
By Wen Xiaosheng9 months ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 8
A launch departed the Oceanic Station below the gangway where Carter was running laps. He looked to the ocean, watching the boat as it roared to life, speeding away across the slight chop of the warm Pacific waters. Carter wondered where the doctor was going off to at such an early time of day, but as a senior member of the staff, she had clearances he didn’t possess. She could take a launch without going through Commander Shepherd’s office, or at least that’s what he thought. He didn’t know anything about the pleasure craft anchored a mile from the station.
By Jason Ray Morton 9 months ago in Chapters
"The Digital Mask"
In the virtual world of New Eden, everyone wore a digital mask. It was a place where people could be anyone, where identities were fluid, and reality was malleable. For Ava, the digital mask was more than just a tool – it was a shield, a disguise, and a passport to a world where she could escape the confines of her mundane life.
By Hazrat bilal 9 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb. Content Warning.
The chapel cracked apart. Not with noise, but with absence. The air folded in on itself, and the stone walls peeled away like brittle paper, revealing darkness—not blackness, but a depthless void that watched. Gravity shifted. Time unraveled.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary wandered for hours, the cold biting at her skin, but the world no longer followed rules she understood. The village looked the same from a distance—but up close, the houses were different. Windows boarded from the inside. Doors covered in old, brittle runes. No sounds. No voices.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary awoke to silence. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep—or if she had ever truly woken at all. Time felt warped, stretched thin like old wool. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar: rough wooden beams dark with age. A candle flickered somewhere nearby, casting shadows that danced like silent specters on the walls. Her limbs were heavy. Her mouth dry. But she was alive. Sebastian was the first thing she saw when she turned her head. Sitting at the edge of the room, motionless. Watching. As always. “Where… am I?” she whispered, throat raw. “You’re home,” he said gently. His voice, once a comfort, now sent a chill down her spine. “You were sick. But I’ve been taken care of you.” She nodded, too weak to question further. He nuzzled her hand with false affection, and for a fleeting moment, Mary felt the warmth of familiarity. But then, in the quiet, she heard something else. Whispers. Faint. From the floorboards below. She tried to sit up, but her body refused. Her mind, however, began to unravel the knots. There were flashes—fragments of a forest clearing, a red cloak, blood on snow. A woman screaming. A voice, too deep to belong to any lamb, whispering: “She doesn’t need to know.” Mary began to weep, quietly. And Sebastian pressed closer, as if comforting her. But she noticed something. The smell. Not of earth or hay. Not of farm life or woodsmoke. It was the coppery scent of blood. Mary’s gaze drifted across the room. In the corner, beneath a cloth, was something lumpy. A shape she couldn’t define. She blinked hard, and when she opened her eyes again, the cloth was gone. Empty space. No trace. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. That’s what Sebastian told her. “You’re remembering things that didn’t happen,” he said calmly, almost pitying. “Trauma creates shadows. I’m here to keep them away.” She nodded, trying to believe him. But every night, when the candle burned low and the shadows grew long, the whispers returned. And they weren’t in her head. They came from beneath the floor.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Chapters