Fable

Moonflower
There once was a fairy small and soft Like the pale moonlight’s silver glow Her kin had petals white as snow And a bell shape so distinct to linger in your thought
By Margarita 2 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Soul: Urdu Stories That Awaken the Heart
Urdu literature is a garden of emotions — filled with fragrance, sorrow, love, and reflection. Every story carries a heartbeat, a hidden lesson, and a whisper from the soul. These timeless tales are not just about characters; they are about life itself — about forgiveness, honesty, sacrifice, and kindness. They awaken something deep within us and remind us that to be human is to feel, to care, and to grow.
By hamad khan2 months ago in Fiction
The Call of the Minaret
The early sun had just started to rise from behind the house tops of Medina when Bilal woke up. The air was still cool and heavy with the smell of sand and date palms. For a moment, he listened to the faint sounds of the city waking -- the distant bleating of goats, the clatter of water pots and the quiet hum of life returning after the silence of the night.
By Nusuki2 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert
And the wind sang along the dunes, and Malik took a brush against his shabby cloak, and the desert sand was like tiny sparks on his face. This was hours of walking on part of him, in pursuit of the horizon that kept on pushing away. The sun was now setting, and coloured the sky with fire and gold.
By Nusuki2 months ago in Fiction
Pixie Dust
The girl pressed her face as close to the keyhole as she could. She was so close, in fact, that she could almost fit her whole face through it! If it wasn’t for her pointed ears, she surely would have had her head through the hole, and could have freed herself from this dark, wooden prison.
By Maddy Haywood2 months ago in Fiction
Ada
Our humble homestead was much like the others in our town — bricks and mortar, hard work and sweat, the fruits of diligent labour and precise planning.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgot How to Dream. AI-Generated.
By Muhammad Kashif No one in the town of Darswell dreamed anymore. Not of oceans or skies or the faces of lost lovers. Not even of ordinary things like running late for work or losing teeth. The people simply slept — dark, empty, dreamless nights — and woke up with the same tired eyes.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
“Umrao Jaan Ada: The Woman Who Turned Pain into Poetry”
Some stories don’t fade with time — they breathe through generations. Among the timeless voices of Urdu literature stands one unforgettable woman: Umrao Jaan Ada.
By hamad khan2 months ago in Fiction
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. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
Sibyl's Stream. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
At first, my explorations of the underground tunnels yielded only a musky smell and a long stroll in the quiet dark, but what I found that day when I peeked through a crack in the wall changed me forever.
By C. Rommial Butler2 months ago in Fiction
When The Wolf Spoke (Chapter Snippet). Content Warning.
💫🕸️ Months after leaving their Homeland of Siberia & traveled the Sea—Manya and her now six year old daughter, Tira, had been living amongst a tribe of Wolf-yókai within the Hokkaidō forest of Japan. Having shared Wolf blood, Osamu the leader of the Wolf tribe allows Manya and her small pack refuge within his territory. In this chapter, you'll dive into the morning after the tribe fights spider yókai called Tsuchigumo, they begin a ritual to bury their dead, giving Manya a glimpse of the other side of their shared bloodline. 👇🏽
By Ghoulishtale Studios2 months ago in Fiction
Tommy the Tomato & Peter the Potato: A Friendship That Couldn’t Be Broken
The Oddest Pair in the Vegetable Market In a bustling little vegetable market, two very different vegetables shared a basket. Tommy the Tomato was bright red, shiny, and full of energy, while Peter the Potato was brown, plump, and calm, content to sit quietly in the corner.
By hamad khan2 months ago in Fiction