Love
The Last Train at Midnight
M Mehran Ethan was the kind of man who always missed things by a minute. He missed the bus by a minute, the elevator by a minute, even his father’s last phone call by a minute. Life had taught him to live with regret like a second skin.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Data Stream Shepherd
Leo’s world was a river of light and sound, a ceaseless, chattering current known as the Data Stream. His title was Senior Stream Analyst, Third Shift. Most called him a glorified janitor. His office was a dim cubicle on the 214th floor, and his purpose was to watch the flow—endless lines of code, consumer metrics, communication packets, and digital debris—and ensure the weirs and filters were clear. It was a job of profound loneliness, surrounded by the noise of seven billion people.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
"Love Beyond Time"
Chapter One: The Encounter Rain fell gently on the cobblestone streets of Verona. Amelia, a historian visiting from London, clutched her notebook and hurried beneath the glow of the ancient streetlamps. She had come in search of archives, records of lives long past, and perhaps inspiration for her latest research on forgotten love letters of the Renaissance.
By Muhammad suliman 4 months ago in Fiction
Lisa’s Birthday Wish
Lisa sat on the edge of the narrow twin bed, her children bundled beneath a single quilt. Ciara, five years old and already fiercely protective of her younger siblings, clung to Lisa’s arm even in sleep. Liam lay sprawled on his stomach, one chubby hand gripping the battered toy car he carried everywhere. Marie, the baby of the family, was curled against Lisa’s hip, her tiny fingers still sticky from the crackers they’d shared for dinner.
By Rebecca Daugherty4 months ago in Fiction
Forever Bound
The first time Evelyn saw him, she felt an ache in her chest, as if the air had been stolen from her lungs. It wasn’t love at first sight—at least, not in the way books describe it. It was recognition. Something ancient stirred in her bones, whispering, You’ve known him before.
By LUNA EDITH5 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Mokgoro Hill
In the shadow of Mokgoro Hill, the land baked under an unrelenting sun, and the wind whispered as though it had secrets it would never tell. The village of Serowe was a place where time walked slowly, and nothing ever happened. Until something did.
By Louise Noel 5 months ago in Fiction
