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The Man Who Wrote His Goodby
The Man Who Wrote His Goodby Every morning since she turned thirty, Nina Alvarez followed the same quiet ritual — brewed coffee, gentle jazz, and the city paper spread across her small kitchen table, once owned by her mother. It was her way of feeling anchored in a world that often spun too fast.
By Enric Milly6 months ago in Fiction
Summer of 94. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
It was 1994. I had just finished my fourth year of school. I had left on a bit of a high note too. I had won the math contest and was looking forward to the holidays. Most summers we would go on a trip, however this year we were getting our house renovated. We were pretty much confined to the basement and most of the time watching TV or playing Nintendo.
By Sid Aaron Hirji6 months ago in Fiction
The Colors of Love
Love is one of the most beautiful and complex emotions in the human experience. It is not a single feeling but a spectrum of emotions, each carrying its own shade, depth, and meaning. Just as a rainbow displays many colors, love reveals different hues as it grows, changes, and deepens over time. The colors of love are painted in the moments we share, the sacrifices we make, and the dreams we build together.
By Sophia Grace6 months ago in Fiction
A Lesson in Nobility and Betrayal
Once upon a time, in a vast and scorching desert, the chief of a noble tribe rode alone on his majestic horse. The sun beat down relentlessly, and the silence of the desert was broken only by the sound of hooves crunching on sand. This was a journey the chief had undertaken many times, a silent meditation in the heart of the wilderness. But on this day, fate had a lesson in store—one that would test not only his strength, but his wisdom and character.
By Ahmad shah6 months ago in Fiction
Not him ,not now
I met him on a Wednesday. It wasn’t anything special — a rainy day, a crowded café, and two people reaching for the same book at the little bookshelf by the counter. I laughed awkwardly. He smiled like it was the start of something. Maybe it was.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
Late Summer, Early Fall
Claire found Lessibelle on the porch of the big, two-story home white home. She sat on a bench swing with colorful pillows and a lap blanket thrown across the back. The house overlooked a large plot of land with beautiful trees, always full of leaves, even during the winter. Lesibelle had always found this quite strange, but she had supposed they could be fake. Claire sat in a white rocking chair across from the bench and looked over the land. She doesn't say anything, just sits there, waiting and watching.
By Mak Winters6 months ago in Fiction
Lost in Prague
Lost in Prague Written by shah Zai “It was supposed to be just a weekend trip.” That’s what Arman kept telling himself as he stood under the faded green dome of Prague’s main train station, holding a dead phone and a crumpled city map. He had wandered too far from his hostel, and now—somewhere between the Old Town Square and the Vltava River—he was completely, utterly lost.
By Moonlit Letters6 months ago in Fiction
Eridani Prime Chronicles: Mercy's Shadow Syndicate. Content Warning.
PART : 1 "Shattered Sky" The sun was a blistering, pale orb, obscured by the vast and flickering Solar Shield--Hexodome or Hex, as it came to be called. High above, the illusion of clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds glitched sporadically, revealing the metal panels of the Hex. Below, Ironmarsh surrounded the Eridani Prime Intergalactic Space Station. The city was a mess of rusted buildings and neon lights shrouded in a polluted smog.
By Stephanie Wright6 months ago in Fiction
