Love
When the Moon Forgot to Rise
It began with a silence. Not a sound silence, but a light silence. The long, blue twilight of the summer evening deepened, but the familiar, gentle silver that should have followed… didn't. The world waited. Crickets chirped. Fireflies blinked. But the eastern horizon remained a stark, empty black.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Beyond Time
The night was quiet when Ethan Cole stood before the old grandfather clock. Its brass pendulum swung with a rhythm too perfect, too alive. He had inherited it from his great-grandfather, a man who had vanished mysteriously in 1893. For years, Ethan thought it was just a family legend. But tonight, something in the air felt different. The clock’s hands spun backward faster and faster until they stopped exactly at twelve midnight. A faint hum filled the room, the floor trembled, and without warning, the world folded like paper.
By Emma Fischer3 months ago in Fiction
Two Paths Converge. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Rain tapped softly against the café windows, sliding down the glass like a hushed metronome marking time. Evelyn sat with her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee; soaking in the warmth, watching the storm and feeling a pressure building inside her chest. Forty-two years old, recently divorced and uncertain what her next steps might be.
By Bobi Larson3 months ago in Fiction
I Fell in Love with My Patient’s Voice
I Fell in Love with My Patient’s Voice When Daniel first walked—or rather, limped—into my therapy room, silence followed him like a shadow. His throat was wrapped in a pale bandage that peeked above his collar, and his eyes were tired, the kind of tired that comes from fighting the pain of being unseen and unheard.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
No One Wants a Sad Girl
At the end of your teen years, being sad makes you hot. Everyone sings about it and how it gives your character depth. Yet, when you're closer to thirty, it is no longer appealing. Staying constantly in a circle of victimisation and self-pity no longer gets you the complicated male protagonist that seems cool in your story.
By Sana B. Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
