Love
The Last Letter from Room 213
The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. Outside, the city of Ashford looked like a watercolor painting that someone had left out in the storm. The streets were half-drowned, reflections of trembling streetlights flickering in puddles like dying stars.
By Shahab Khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Wolf Who Howled to the Moon
Kael was a wolf apart. While his pack communicated in practical snarls and yips—warnings of danger, calls to hunt, signals to rest—Kael was possessed by a different kind of sound. When the full moon rose, vast and silver, he would climb to the highest cliff, tilt his head back, and pour his soul into the night.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
A Love Written in Silence
He was alone on the far bench in the courtyard of the university library, sketching something in an old notebook, when Mira first saw him. His focussed eyes, slightly furrowed brow, and precise finger movement suggested that he was not only drawing but also recalling. She didn’t know his name. Honestly, no one did. He was quiet, always alone, always sketching. Rumors floated around — that he was mute, that he’d lost someone, that he was brilliant but broken. Mira didn’t care for rumors. She cared for a brief time. She also wanted to know him because of the way he looked at the world, as if it were both beautiful and unbearable. She started sitting near him. Neither next to him nor too close. Just close enough to make her visible to him. Even though most days she only drew or scribbled snippets of her thoughts, she would bring her own notebook and pretend to write poetry in it. He never glanced upward. Not once.
By Miss Maryam3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlight Over the Broken Village
The war had ended, but the silence it left behind was a different kind of weapon. The village of Oakhaven was a skeleton of its former self. Houses were scorched shells, the old stone bridge lay in the river like a broken spine, and the hearts of the people were as shattered as the windows they once looked through.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter from Kansas . AI-Generated.
The sky over Kansas was the color of faded denim that evening, soft and calm, just before the sunset melted into gold. The wide fields swayed with tall grass, and the wind carried a faint scent of rain. In a small wooden house on the edge of Wichita, 79-year-old Harold Jensen sat by his window, holding a letter he had read a hundred times before.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Leaf That Never Fell
The old brick building stood in one of the narrowest streets of the city — half-broken, half-alive. Inside, on the top floor, lived two young artists, Sara and Leena. Both had come to the city with dreams bigger than their pockets. They painted all day, sold a few pieces at street fairs, and shared every little victory like it was gold.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Fiction
The One Who Stayed Just a Friend”
“We were never lovers. But maybe that was the problem — we were almost everything, except that.” There’s always that one person — not quite a lover, not quite a stranger — who leaves an invisible mark on your life. She was that person for me. A friend, or so we called it.
By Whispers of Yousaf3 months ago in Fiction
Ghost of You. Top Story - October 2025.
My life before Jaden was ordinary, almost as if I was living in grey. I noticed the color around me but it all seemed very dull. The night I met Jaden at concert he preformed at my life felt like it exploded in color and happiness, I had never felt a love like I had with him. My life after Jaden's accident became much darker than before I had met him. I thought we had forever, but time was a thief. I thought I had lost him until I laid down to take a nap, and as i drifted off to sleep I saw Jaden sitting next to me on the balcony of our hotel room in Hawaii sipping on coffee and smiling as he looked out at the sunrise. That was the day I discovered our love continued on in a parallel universe.
By Kimmiekins43 months ago in Fiction
