Love
A Blank Canvas
The apartment now emptied of her stuff, Lina took a seat in her favourite spot. A dark moss-coloured armchair with pecan-brown detailing. Its high back giving all the needed support, and armrests so wide, which could steadily hold a cup of tea, made it perfect for Sunday reading sessions.
By Cristal S.5 months ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Cottage
Jan and Zack sat facing the ocean, huddled close, as the cool breeze blew on their back. The dog days of summer were ending. It had been everything that a summer could be. They had purchased their new home and moved in and still had another week to settle in before they would have to go back to work.
By Katherine D. Graham5 months ago in Fiction
The Storm That Never Came
We arrived at the lake of Châtrices after half a day’s hike. I let my backpack fall onto the picnic table with a thud. It felt so heavy like I was carrying rocks all day. I kicked off my shoes, and wiggled my toes until life returned into them.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Diary at Grand Central
Grand Central Station was alive with its usual symphony of footsteps, rolling suitcases, and the echo of train announcements. People rushed in every direction, their faces buried in phones or hidden beneath the collars of winter coats. Among the crowd walked Daniel, a college student with his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. He wasn’t in a hurry; his train wouldn’t leave for another hour.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Meadow of Forever. AI-Generated.
The meadow stretches endlessly, a golden sea of daisies swaying in a rhythm that feels made for me. The sky above is the softest blue, a canvas so pure it looks untouched by storms. The air is light and warm, carrying a sweetness like honey on the wind.
By Alicia Lenea5 months ago in Fiction
The Secret Behind the Mask . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Was she my hero, hidden behind a mask, trying her whole life to shield me from the truth? I don’t know. The years are like a faded tapestry, its threads unraveling but never revealing the full picture. My mother had wrapped her life in layers of ordinary routine, yet it carried the scent of something unspoken—nostalgia, pain, and a secret heavy as a stone around my neck.
By Elira Valenor(Aya Chilikova)5 months ago in Fiction
Night Thing. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge. Top Story - August 2025.
Chasing the light; ventured too far into the night. Thump-thump, each foot landing heavy. Thump-thump, each heart beat tight in my chest. Keep running, go faster; ravenous teeth right behind, taloned shadows reaching closer to slice and shred. Screaming wind and choking dark: eager, awaiting to pull me apart. Right foot, left foot, one more, one more! Can’t see, keep going, don’t fall down….” “Mommy!”
By Jessica McGlaughlin5 months ago in Fiction
