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The Boy Who Collected Silence
The Boy Who Collected Silence Elias Martin had not spoken a word in two years. In the seaside town of Windmere, where gulls cried louder than the church bells and the sea rolled in like a breathing beast, people whispered about him. Some said the silence made him strange. Others said it made him sacred. But no one really knew the truth.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Fiction
She Was Never Real
I met her on a rainy Tuesday. The kind of rain that doesn't just fall—it lingers in the air, heavy and cold, like the universe itself is pressing down on you. I was sitting alone in a bookstore café, sipping cheap coffee and pretending to read a book I’d already abandoned. She sat across from me without asking, as if we’d done it a thousand times before.
By Leah Brooke7 months ago in Fiction
The Museum of Forgotten Goodbyes
The Museum of forgotten goodbyes by AHMAD Tucked into a quiet corner of a forgotten town, where streetlights flickered like uncertain memories and the air always seemed tinged with the hush of secrets, stood a peculiar building known only by a small, rusted sign: The Museum of Forgotten Goodbyes.
By muhammad shah7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter in the Bottle
The glass bottle glinted under the fading sun, half-buried in the damp sand of Crescent Beach. Its green curves caught the light like a winking eye, a secret washed ashore by the restless tide. I’d come here every summer since I was six, chasing waves and dreams with my sister, Lila. She’d sprint ahead, her laughter brighter than the gulls’ cries, her bare feet kicking up foam as she dared me to find treasures in the sea’s offerings. Shells, driftwood, once even a shark’s tooth—she called them gifts from the ocean. But Lila was gone now, stolen by a riptide last July, the kind that snatches breath and futures in seconds. I was sixteen, and the beach felt like a graveyard, each wave a reminder of her absence.
By Muhammad Abuzar Badshah 7 months ago in Fiction
We Were Never Just Friends
We Were Never Just Friends I’ve spent years trying to name what existed between us. We never dated. Never kissed. Never confessed. But everyone knew — or maybe they just felt what hung heavy in the air whenever we were together. It was in the lingering glances, the late-night phone calls that bled into dawn, the way we finished each other’s sentences and remembered the smallest details. It was in the fact that neither of us ever brought a partner around when the other was there.
By Kine Willimes7 months ago in Fiction
The King's Jewel
It was all anyone in the kingdom could talk about for months: Princess Lovely was finally of marrying age. King Kaiser's subjects were all abuzz with gossip and questions about her once the decree went out, as no one had been allowed to look upon the princess for years. Some speculated that she'd died, and the royal family conducted her funeral in secret. Others suggested that she'd been disfigured in a tragic accident, hiding deep in the bowels of the palace out of shame. The most popular theory, however, was that her beauty was so great the king kept her prisoner; believing no other soul was worthy to look upon her.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
Love Pauses at the Edge of Responsibility. AI-Generated.
IThe wind had quieted that evening, and the snow was falling with the gentleness of old secrets. Aayan stood at the edge of the valley, where the old wooden fence met the slope, looking down at the village as white silence took over roofs and trees. This was his favorite hour—when the world held its breath and time seemed to fold inwards.
By Qasim Fazal7 months ago in Fiction
The One Who Warned Them
I told them not to go. The wind was already wrong that night—too warm for autumn, too quiet for the ridge. I could feel it, in my bones and behind my eyes, that strange kind of pressure before something happens. But when I told them, they laughed. Like always. Like I was the joke.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Fiction
