Holiday

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
Trick or Threat
Renee gazes at the live feed from their doorbell, her knuckles white on her phone... She watches the trick-or-treaters-- a witch, and a firefighter. They look to be about 6 and 7 respectively.
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Fiction
The Night I Realized Love Wasn’t Meant To Save Me
I used to believe love was supposed to be the thing that rescued us. The thing that filled every empty space inside a person. The thing that fixed the parts of life that felt broken. I believed that love was the answer to loneliness, to fear, to the type of quiet sadness that sits in your chest like permanent weight.
By Umar Farooq3 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Devil’s Revenge
Three Halloweens had come and gone. The Devil was ready it was time for revenge. He had been sifting through the ashes of Devil’s Manor and had been able to renew enough of the house to give him the will power to go on. However he was hungry and he needed to feed on blood before his big debut on Halloween. Oh, yes you betcha he was ready and chomping at the bit.
By Rasma Raisters3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
UPDATE: The hotel laundry that runs itself after midnight
Hey everyone, It’s been about a week since my last post. I honestly didn’t plan on updating — I thought maybe I’d just scared myself too much, or imagined half of it. But things have gotten worse. Way worse.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
[FOUND FOOTAGE UPDATE] About that hotel laundry post… the one that ran itself after midnight
Hey, I didn’t think I’d ever post here, but this feels important. I work at the same [REDACTED] Inn the last guy posted about — the one with the laundry that supposedly “runs itself after midnight.”
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
What's Wrong with Jack
I gather my sisters for our annual fall ritual. Just three single pumpkin spice girlies getting lost in a corn maze, eating cider donuts, and bumping along on a hayride to the pumpkin patch. We search for a healthy specimen that’s perfectly round with no blemishes and the complexion of a traffic cone. Eventually we find him. He’s large enough to carve, but light enough to carry back to our wagon.
By Leslie Writes3 months ago in Fiction
Devil’s Manor
Fall had come to Oakdale in all of its colorful glory. The town of 1,000 people lay in a sheltered valley. Entering the town you came in past the brand new shopping center and once having driven all the way down Main Street you left the town driving past a large hill with an eerie looking mansion upon it. There was no drive to reach the house oddly enough but there were steep stone steps leading up to it. One could also go straight up the side of the hill. It stood there looking down upon the town and the people living there silent, shuttered and still. It had been that way for a good number of years it had even withstood the turn of the century.
By Rasma Raisters3 months ago in Fiction
🌧️ The Weight of Raindrops. AI-Generated.
The rain began the day Samuel decided to stop waiting. He stood at the edge of the pier, his reflection trembling in the dark water, and wondered if the sky could feel as heavy as his chest.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction