Historical
The Silent Doorway
The first time Mira heard the sound, she thought it was the wind. A soft tap-tap-tap coming from the end of the hallway, near the old wooden door no one ever touched. Her grandmother had always told her, “Stay away from that door. Some rooms are better left alone.” But curiosity is louder than warnings, especially when the house feels too quiet.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
The Room at the End of the Hall
(A son returns home after five years to open the room his father left behind. The door was closed out of grief, but what he discovers inside changes the way he sees love, loss, and family. This emotional story explores how memories can stay frozen in time, waiting for the courage to be unlocked again.)
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
THE ROOM OF FORGETTEN ECHOES
The key was heavier she remembered. Mariam stood at the end of the halfway, staring at the door that has not opened in fifteen years. Dust clung to the brass knob, and the wood had warped slightly, as if the house itself had tried to swallow the room whole.
By Awa Nyassi2 months ago in Fiction
Ali Baba and the Forty Riders of Shadows
Ali Baba was a poor woodcutter who lived a simple life on the edge of a dusty old town. His small home was modest, but peaceful, shared only with his gentle and hardworking wife. Every morning, he walked into the forest with his worn axe and his loyal donkey, hoping to gather enough wood to sell at the market. Life wasn’t easy, but Ali Baba never complained. He believed that honesty and patience would eventually bring him something good.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Him. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
“I took my gun and vanished...” - The Partisan, as sung by Leonard Cohen -0- Dear mom, I’m sorry that you have to hear about my going in any way but from my own lips. If I had waited to tell you, if I had waited until you awoke, you might have talked me out of it. Talked some sense into my damned fool head, made me stay at home. Stay where I would be warm and safe and fed.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Heard the Shadows
In a quiet valley far from busy cities, there stood a kingdom famous for its beauty but troubled by a strange mystery. Every night, the villagers claimed they heard whispers near the mountains. Some said it was wind. Others said it was the voice of spirits. No one really knew. The king often tried to investigate, but his advisors dismissed everything as superstition.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Madman
In ancient times, a kind-hearted king ruled over a small kingdom. He meant well, but he wasn’t very wise. This made him restless, because he was always searching for intelligent and capable people who could help his kingdom grow and protect it from enemies. His current advisors only gave long speeches, took their salaries, and offered nothing useful. Their empty suggestions frustrated him.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Cave. Content Warning.
The smell of the ocean air met violently with the putrid metallic odor of blood and viscera, the waves crashing around him as he stared blankly at the horizon while the Spanish galleon he arrived on grew increasingly smaller. He launched his pockmarked breastplate to the ground in disgust as his skin morphed from a sunburned olive to a pale alabaster.
By Marco Moteku2 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Attic
I never liked the attic. Even as a child, I felt its weight from below. The narrow stairs creaked when you walked on them, and the door at the top looked older than the house itself. My parents never went up there. Sometimes I heard faint noises scratches, whispers, or maybe just the wind but the room remained a mystery.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room
I had lived in my grandmother’s old house for six months before I gathered the courage to open the room at the end of the hallway. Every night I walked past it. Every morning I ignored it. The door was always closed, the key always cold, and the air around it always heavier than the rest of the house. My grandmother used to call it “the room that sleeps.” I never asked why. I never wanted to know.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm That Predicted My Death
he Algorithm That Predicted My Death When data knows your future… before you dare to imagine it. When the government released Lifeline, an AI-powered health prediction system, everyone called it the greatest innovation of the century. Hospitals celebrated fewer sudden deaths, insurance companies celebrated lower risks, and people celebrated the illusion of control over their fate.
By Abdul Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
