Holiday

The Light in the Attic
It arrived on a Tuesday, folded once and slipped into an envelope with no return address. The paper was yellowed and smelled faintly of lavender and dust. My name was written in perfect cursive on the front: Eleanor Wren. No title. No address. Just my name, as if the sender knew I'd find it regardless of where it landed.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers on the Midnight Train
Clara Whitmore never enjoyed taking the late train, but after her photography exhibition ran overtime in Edinburgh, she found herself boarding the quiet 11:46 p.m. to London, camera bag slung over her shoulder and exhaustion hanging like fog in her mind. The car was nearly empty, save for a tall man seated by the window, lost in the blur of darkness outside.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
After The Stars Fell By Hridya Sharma
I often wondered what love is. Is it truly the warm, fuzzy emotions that ooze out of true mirth of care and adore, or is it a product of prevalent capitalism that exists within our world? That makes it easy for the consumeristic and hyperagile construct to sell products to the humans as a marketing tactic, to slip in through the psyche of innocent minds, to create a buzz, to find their weaklings and exploit them for company profits and expansions. I still find myself wondering what love is, pondering over that thought. I searched on Chatgpt What do you think love is, What does love truly mean? Is there any premise in the age-old tales of true eternal love, or are they just some flipping pages of history that are known to mankind through the legends of time, through the sands of ripple effects that last through time? Does happily ever after truly exist? I scrambledly typed and asked the language model, aka AI genius.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Fiction
Did Vocal Media Really Pay My Bills? Here's What Happened…. AI-Generated.
When I first stumbled upon Vocal Media, it sounded too good to be true. “Write stories and get paid for every read,” they said.
By David Andrews9 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
How to Wake Up Actually Early and Feel Refreshed
🕓 How to wake up early and feel refreshed? Not just earlier, but better. Here's how to stop dreading the morning. Let's be honest: Waking up early sounds great in theory. More time, more productivity, and a more peaceful mind before the hustle and bustle of the world comes calling. But if you've ever forced yourself to wake up at 5 a.m., only to feel like a zombie and not get up until noon, you know—early doesn't mean energetic.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Refrigerator Tried to Kill Me
Let me start by saying I did not expect to be attacked by my own fridge on a Tuesday. Tuesdays are supposed to be boring. Middle-of-the-road, halfway-to-the-weekend, emotionally beige. But that was before I downloaded a “smart kitchen” app called FridgeFriend+.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul9 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAIN9 months ago in Fiction
"The Clock That Whispered Wishes"
The Story Begins... In a quiet village where nothing unusual ever happened, there stood an old clock shop at the end of Moon shadow Lane. No one remembered when it opened, or who owned it, but everyone knew one rule: Never ask the clock for a wish unless your heart truly means it.
By Ayesha Maryam9 months ago in Fiction
The Star of Winter Hollow
In the snow-blanketed village of Winter Hollow, nestled deep within a forest of evergreen trees, Christmas had always been more than a holiday—it was a season of magic. Each year, a great glowing star would appear in the sky on Christmas Eve, said to be the spirit of the season watching over the town.
By Mir Ahmad Khan9 months ago in Fiction
A scary ghost story P [1]
To get to my house, I have to cross this alley now. I can hear the sound of insects chirping. It's a creepy feeling. I've never been afraid of ghosts. Many times, I've come through this alley at around 2/3 in the morning and bought cigarettes from the street corner shop.
By Arfan Raihen9 months ago in Fiction