Love
Abandoned
October 16, 2017 It was the middle of the night when we found it. The road had been empty for miles and miles in both directions, we would’ve missed it ourselves if it hadn’t been for the clasp of lightning that lit up the sky as we flew through the blinding storm.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Between the Raindrops
When love lingers in silence, even the rain begins to listen. The rain had always been my companion. Not the soft drizzle that barely clings to the windows, but the kind of rain that soaks through everything, leaving behind an echo of solitude. It was on nights like these, when the sky wept without restraint, that I felt closest to him.
By Hanif Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
Gentle Cycle Only
People bring them in under their coats like wet smuggled birds, such as the person who said something that split a room, the smell of rain on nappy street, and despite their father only telling his son about cries of anger. This is just an example. With their arms crossed to prevent them from spitting out, I approach the counter with the plastic smile my mom gave me. The smile signifies: You are not the antecedent.' You aren't alone. Also: We can help.
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Leaf
By; Abdur-Rahman The city had been weeping for a week, a constant, grey drizzle that matched the chill in my bones. From my window, the world was a watercolor painting left in the rain, all blurred edges and muted tones. The doctor’s words were the final brushstroke: *Pneumonia. A matter of time.* My will to fight was leaching away, drop by drop, with the rain on the glass.
By Abdur-rahman5 months ago in Fiction
The House That Wrote Letters Back
When Lydia first stepped into the weathered seaside house, it smelled faintly of salt and old wood. The realtor had called it charming with potential, but to Lydia, it felt like something else entirely—like the house had been waiting. She had come here after her divorce, tired of the city, tired of voices that promised comfort but carried nothing but noise. The ocean was meant to be her quiet, her restart. But the very first morning, she discovered something that turned her solitude into a mystery: a folded letter on the kitchen table in her own looping handwriting.
By Musawir Shah5 months ago in Fiction
I Married the Boy Who Hated Me. AI-Generated.
I Married the Boy Who Hated Me He was the boy who made high school unbearable for me. The one with the sharp jawline, messy hair, and that arrogant grin teachers adored. Every girl in school whispered his name as if it were a prayer, while I sat in the back row with my second-hand notebooks and oversized sweaters, praying he wouldn’t notice me.
By NOOR UDDIN5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Rain
The first raindrops of the monsoon tapped gently against the windowpane of the small café. Ayan stirred his coffee absentmindedly, pretending to read a book while his eyes kept flickering toward the door. He wasn’t waiting for anyone in particular, yet deep inside, he hoped destiny had something planned for him that day.
By Hakeem Khan 5 months ago in Fiction
