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The Rules That Kept the House Quiet
I didn’t know about the rules at first. I only noticed that she moved through motherhood like someone walking across ice: slow, deliberate, always listening for cracks. She was careful, but it didn’t look gentle. Her carefulness felt more like holding something in.
By Lori A. A.about 8 hours ago in Fiction
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóthabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Chair by the Window
I didn’t realize how important the chair by the window was until no one sat in it anymore. It wasn’t a special chair. Just an old wooden one with a thin cushion that slid around when you stood up too fast. The paint had chipped near the legs, and one screw was always threatening to come loose. But every afternoon around four, my father would sit there, facing the street, cup of tea balanced carefully in his hand like it mattered.
By Salman Writesa day ago in Fiction
The Message That Came Too Late. AI-Generated.
Start The phone buzzed quietly on my nightstand, and I almost ignored it. Almost. Something about a notification at 2:17 a.m. feels wrong. You don’t get texts this late unless someone is drunk, desperate, or… something worse.
By Arman Malaka day ago in Fiction
Echoes in Her Eyes
I was staring at my aunt’s photograph again, the one I always kept on my desk, the one where her eyes seemed to hold both fire and sadness, when a strange pressure filled the room as if the air itself was listening to my thoughts. The light from the window bent strangely across her face, catching in her eyes like trapped sparks, and the room felt tight, as though the walls had inched closer. Dust floated slowly in the air, frozen in place, as if it were afraid to move. I whispered her name, wondering what she felt on the day she chose to stand up for herself and for all Iranian women. The world around me shattered into silence. The silence rang in my ears, loud and absolute, swallowing every sound I had ever known.
By Audrey Sabetfarda day ago in Fiction
