Microfiction
I Once Saw Myself in a Stranger
It happened on a rainy Thursday afternoon—the kind of rain that softens the edges of the city and makes everything feel suspended, like the world is holding its breath. I was walking home from the café, my umbrella barely shielding me from the drizzle, lost in thought about the chaos in my life. The weight of things unsaid, moments missed, and roads not taken pressed down on me like the clouds above.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Fiction
Thursdays Are for Ghosts
The first time I noticed her was the week after the funeral. A Thursday, to be exact. I was in the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea I hadn’t meant to make, in a house too quiet for comfort. The sugar clinked gently against the mug like footsteps on tile. I wasn’t thinking of her, not directly, not consciously. But there she was. A shape in the hallway mirror—quick, soft, and impossibly familiar.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Garden
There was a village at the edge of the world where time stood still—not metaphorically, but truly. The sun always hovered in the same place. The shadows never grew longer. The leaves on the trees were forever green, and not a single wrinkle ever touched the faces of the people who lived there.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asim7 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm (George Orwell) - Chapter- 9 (Novel)
As the harsh winter passes and spring arrives on Animal Farm, the animals' hardships intensify, yet their hope struggles to survive. The animals, especially the hardworking ones like Boxer and Clover, work tirelessly to rebuild the windmill, which was destroyed in the brutal Battle of the Windmill. Despite their exhaustion and lack of food, they press forward with faith in the promise of a better future.
By Echoes of Life8 months ago in Fiction
She Waits For the Key to Be Given. Content Warning.
There weren't many reasons to sleep anymore. Pure necessity, sure, but beyond that, it wasn't an enjoyable time. Cali didn't find sleep restful. Her little townhome didn't feel like safety anymore, but thanks to a mortgage, she was locked in. Her home was a series of half-done things; a half-eaten dinner that sat next to her spot on the couch. Her sink was full of half-washed dishes soaking the dried on mess. Half her bed was covered in half-folded laundry. Her phone was full of never-sent texts, half written and half-forgotten.
By Autumn Stew8 months ago in Fiction
