Classical

Laid To Rest. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
His blood pulsed in his ears. The treasure of a lifetime might have been right before him, right beyond this final barrier. In a vain attempt to steady his sweaty, shaking palms, he wiped them against his field khakis before making the tiniest of incisions in the door’s upper-left-hand corner with his small hand-drill. It was warm, so very warm, and things were so very delicate, more than he ever imagined possible. With a small match, he tested the incision for noxious gases before peering through the peephole.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Market of Beauty — A Woman, A Society, and an Unforgiving Truth
In every era, literature has held up a mirror to its time. Some stories don’t simply entertain; they expose the soul of a society. Among them stands “Bazaar-e-Husn” (The Market of Beauty), a masterpiece by Munshi Premchand — one of the greatest voices in Urdu and Hindi literature.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Thoughts
They say writers hear voices in their heads. But what if one of those voices starts hearing you? My name is Arham. I’ve been a writer for nine years — crime novels, mostly.
By Naimat ullah3 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura Series: Portraits in Motion
When Brazilian actor Wagner Moura steps into a role, something unusual happens. You don’t just watch him act—you feel him occupy a space completely. His body becomes part of the storytelling: a flicker of movement, a quiet gesture, the rhythm of his breathing. Everything about him speaks.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (5). Content Warning.
Chapter 5: Hostages on a Train I walked into the police station and immediately heard the yelling. “Do you know where I had to sleep last night?” Emily shouted.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Changed Everything
I never believed in love at first sight—at least, not until that day at the café. He was tucked away in the corner, headphones on, completely lost in whatever he was watching. I only noticed him because he laughed—a soft, genuine laugh that somehow filled the whole room. Something in me stirred, quiet but undeniable.
By Callista Ava3 months ago in Fiction
Blood Roses & Broken Vows. AI-Generated.
Aisha worked at a little flower shop near the docks. Her world was simple — petals, perfume, and prayers. She believed every wound healed with time, every heart rebuilt with love.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Silence of Ranjha
Not a day goes by in the village, whether young or old, men or women, that the name of Gunga is not mentioned, and there is no one, young or old, who does not visit Gunga at least once a day. Gunga is famous throughout the entire region because she has a large and famous shop selling Peew Masto in the village market, and Peew Masto is a daily necessity for everyone.
By shahkar jalal3 months ago in Fiction
When Tomorrow Remembers. AI-Generated.
Kabir believed life moved forward — one direction, one timeline, one destiny. Until he met Amara. She appeared in his life like a forgotten melody — familiar yet impossible.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
Letters From The Room That Doesn't Exist. AI-Generated.
Aarav had always been fascinated by old buildings, especially the abandoned Willowcrest Manor — a weather-beaten mansion at the edge of town, wrapped in vines like nature was trying to bury it. Locals said it was cursed, swallowed by time and sorrow.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction