Love
When Stars Remembered Our Names. AI-Generated.
He first saw her under a flickering streetlight. Not at a party, not through mutual friends — just one of those moments that feel like an accident until you realize the universe probably planned it that way.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran4 months ago in Fiction
When One Voice Turns Into a Roar — and a City Listens
It began as a whisper. In the narrow alleyways of Nizamabad, the kind where crooked balconies lean over laundry lines and stray cats dart between shadows, a solitary voice rose before dawn. A young woman—barefoot, ragged vest, eyes blazing—stood atop a faded crate in the market square and screamed:
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Fiction
The last breathe of love
You never know what you have until it's gone. A statement of truth in this current moment. Because as I watched the yellow I missed the blue , as the clouds sunk I missed the way they so effortlessly swayed and wished I could dance with them one last time .
By Holly Griffiths4 months ago in Fiction
The Buzzer
The apartment where she was starting her life over had one of those outdated intercom systems with a loud, jarring buzzer that always made her heart jump and her skin itch. Her cats hated it too, always scattering when the noise rang through her apartment, sprinting for that dark, enclosed space under her bed that made them both impossible to find. She wondered, as that buzzer echoed through her apartment and her breath caught in her chest and her cats' claws slid over the hardwood floor as they ran for cover, if it would still make her feel that way if she wasn't now built out of anxiety and PTSD. But there was no point in what ifs and maybes in this brave new world.
By Mallory Rose4 months ago in Fiction
Sources of Love
Love — a word so simple, yet so vast that no definition can truly contain it. It’s something we all seek, something we all give, and something that shapes the very core of who we are. But love isn’t only found in romance or grand gestures. It exists in a thousand quiet forms — in kindness, in sacrifice, in the gentle spaces between words.
By Engr Bilal4 months ago in Fiction
Who's Knocking?. Top Story - October 2025.
My grandmother once told me that she didn't much like cats because they were too demanding. But I don't think she knew the character of all cats. It's true that some are a bit needy, though. But not Whiskers. He was purely just a yellow mass of fuzzy politeness and sincerity. And this story is about him; how he changed my life since meeting him early one unassuming and very ordinary Sunday morning in October.
By Shirley Belk4 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Art of Thinking Deeply
We live in a time when our phones vibrate more than our thoughts do. Notifications, videos, updates — they all arrive faster than we can process them. We scroll, we react, we move on. But somewhere along the way, we’ve forgotten how to think deeply.
By Shohel Rana4 months ago in Fiction
