Love
A Letter Between Us
The small town of Willow Creek was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone’s business, where streets were lined with familiar faces and the rhythm of life moved slowly. Emma had always loved the quiet comfort of the town, but as she stood by her mailbox, clutching a folded piece of paper in her hand, she felt an unfamiliar nervousness. Today, she was sending a letter to Alex—her oldest friend, someone who had been by her side since childhood.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member 5 months ago in Fiction
Scripture of Bravery and Resilience
The passage is cheerful, and the street across is named unfearful. Couldn't decide on my own crossroads. The unfearful road winds me in. To leave behind the occupant who demands without asking was a breeze to lose consciousness.
By Johana Torres5 months ago in Fiction
The Bench Under the Old Oak
There are places in every town that quietly hold the weight of history. They are not listed in guidebooks, nor are they protected by velvet ropes or tourist cameras. Yet, they are sacred in their own way. For my hometown, that place was the bench under the old oak tree.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦5 months ago in Fiction
“A Heart-Touching Story About How We Ignore People in Life but Honor Them After Death” . AI-Generated.
🌊 The Struggling Ant On a bright sunny morning, the forest was alive with the songs of birds and the gentle rustle of trees. Near the edge of a calm river, a tiny ant was wandering in search of food. She was small, almost invisible to most creatures, but her determination was as strong as any giant.
By Ihtisham Ulhaq5 months ago in Fiction
An Evening in Paris
Paris has a way of making ordinary evenings unforgettable. For me, it wasn’t the Eiffel Tower sparkling at night or the Seine whispering under the bridges. It was a single evening that slipped quietly into my life and stayed with me ever since.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
''Silent Honeymoon''
by [khan] The ocean whispered secrets to the shore, but no one was there to listen. Not anymore. Three days had passed since anyone last saw Olivia and Marcus Dale — newlyweds who checked into the Cliffside Resort for their honeymoon and vanished before sunrise.
By Israr khan5 months ago in Fiction
