Fable
When It Sinks In
Oh ye who tempt fate, for what do I owe this pleasure? Is it the chase of desire? A cruel kiss upon chapped lips. The stars do not bend for men, Beware for the threads are thin, woven together with thread. Oh ye who tempt fate, What are you serving us today?
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 months ago in Fiction
Dollar
In the bustling heart of New York City, where skyscrapers touch the clouds and neon lights make the night glitter brighter than the stars, there existed a young man named Adam. He was not born into riches, nor did he inherit a legacy of wealth. Instead, Adam grew up in a small apartment, raised by a single mother who worked day and night to provide for him. The only thing that fascinated him more than the tall buildings was a green piece of paper—the dollar bill.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
The Day the World Stopped Using Mirrors
It began on a morning like any other. People rose from their beds, shuffled to their bathrooms, and discovered that their mirrors no longer worked. Not cracked, not clouded, not broken — simply blank. Glass still shined, but it reflected nothing. You could press your palm against it and see only the dim outline of your hand through the glass, like pressing against a window at night.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
River
Auther Name Hazratullah In the heart of the earth, far away from human eyes, a tiny drop of water was born. It seeped through the cracks of ancient stones, merged with others, and began to form a small stream. That humble trickle did not know that one day it would transform into a mighty river, carving valleys, nourishing forests, and carrying stories of civilizations upon its waves.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Magic of Tea
Auther Name Hazratullah In a small valley surrounded by rolling green hills, where morning fog kissed the earth and soft breezes carried whispers of dew, there was a village known for one thing above all else—its tea. The people who lived there did not think of tea as just a drink; for them, it was a companion, a healer, and a silent storyteller.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup Left Behind
It was a Tuesday afternoon when I noticed the cup. It sat on the windowsill of the little café I sometimes escaped to when I needed quiet. The cup wasn’t anything special — chipped white ceramic with a faint blue ring around the rim. It looked as though it had been forgotten, maybe set down by someone who had stepped out for a smoke and never returned. But there it was, catching the soft light that spilled through the glass, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t stop looking at it.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
Cast No Shadow
The road takes all. She laid atop him, thigh against thigh, breath heavy on his neck. The first light of morning registered through the window slats, painting the rough and worn floorboards a dazzlingly soft orange. The movements, the breaths, all performative at best: hers for the coin in the offing, his because his thoughts were far from the dingy rented bedroom. Liquor, women, God–all failed to draw his mind away from the horizon.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
The Grandfather's Legacy: When the Box Opens the Gates of the Underworld
I thought my life was perfect: a 24-year-old young man, an athlete, working as an event photographer, living with my parents in our modest home. My father was a Quranic healer, and my grandfather was a scholar of jinn and supernatural beings. But I always refused to get involved in this world. I used to tell him, "I don't believe in these things, Grandpa." He would wisely reply, "This isn't your choice, Majid. It's your destiny."
By Ahmed Abdeen5 months ago in Fiction
