Holiday

Small Town USA #4
Ok, let me back up and explain why I’m so passionate about lighting off my own fireworks. And no, I don’t think every Tom, Dick, and Sally should be allowed to light their own. Let’s be honest — fireworks are dangerous. And they’re even more dangerous when they fall into the wrong hands, especially adults with alcohol. Sometimes even the “good kids” do stupid shit when left unsupervised. Especially a group of prepubescent boys growing up in a small Eastern Washington town in the late 1980s.
By Clifford Kincaid7 months ago in Fiction
The Rain That Falls Upwards
It began on a quiet Tuesday. The kind of day where nothing feels urgent, and the world spins gently, as if half-asleep. In the small town of Elmsbrook, where time moved like syrup and the sky rarely argued with the earth, something peculiar happened.
By Asad Khan7 months ago in Fiction
Blocked
Bonnie slowly walked to her car, each step exhausting and sending new waves of pain echoing from her feet. When she finally got inside her car and closed the door, she sat there for a long moment. Then the tears came strolling down her face, and though they were unbidden, Bonnie didn’t stop them. Instead, a sob broke through her lips as she placed her forehead on her steering wheel, her body already shaking.
By Rebecca Patton7 months ago in Fiction
“When the Old Meets the New”
It was a cloudy morning in Kolkata, and the air smelled like rain and old books. The narrow lanes of North Kolkata buzzed with their usual charm — chai stalls steaming, rickshaws honking, and old men chatting on worn-out benches.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Fiction
A Thief Has a Straw in His Beard
In a quiet, dusty village tucked far from the city’s reach, there lived a man named Kareem — known not for his good deeds, but for his clever tongue and slippery hands. He was always around when something went missing, but never quite close enough to catch. Chickens, coins, jewelry — small things would vanish like whispers in the wind, and yet Kareem remained untouched.
By TrueVocal7 months ago in Fiction
The Roar and the Whisper
The Roar That Ruled "eep in the heart of the forest where sunlight cracked through tangled canopies and shadows held secrets, ruled the mighty lion, Ragnar. His mane was like flame, his roar like thunder, and no creature dared question his rule. He hunted when he pleased, roamed where he chose, and took what he wanted.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sat at Table Seven
There’s a quiet little café on East 41st Street, nestled unceremoniously between a secondhand bookstore and a flower shop that always smells of jasmine and damp stems. Blink, and you might miss it. No neon signs. No whimsical chalkboard menus boasting fancy lattes or turmeric infusions. The awning just reads “Mira’s Café” in fading gold letters. Inside, it smells like toasted bread, warm milk, and stories too old to tell.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Echoes of the Yellow Scarf
When Mira stepped off the subway at 14th Street, the crowd swept around her like waves. It was the same platform, same train, same morning routine—but today, something was different.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction
Testament of Pain
There is a weight in my chest that hasn’t lightened in years. Sometimes, it feels like this pain has become my most loyal companion. It doesn’t matter how many seasons pass, how many faces I meet, or how many mornings I pretend to start afresh—this ache clings to me like a second skin.
By Kim Jon7 months ago in Fiction
The Brave Cub Who Walked Into the Storm
art of the African savanna, where golden grass whispers stories of survival and legacy, a lion cub named Leo was born. But unlike his siblings, who roared with instinct and leapt with promise, Leo was different.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction
10 Years of Marriage Equality
A Decade of Love and Progress Where were you on June 26, 2015? For me, it was a normal day at work. But that day changed history—it was the day same-sex marriage became legal across all 50 states in the U.S. We celebrated love, equality, and a hard-won victory for the LGBTQ+ community, activists, and everyone who believes in justice.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Feather of Vithariel
The Last Feather of Vithariel They said the gods once sang from the mountain peaks, and the birds carried their songs across the wind.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction