Mystery
The Forgotten Room
[By mazkaz] 1. The Old House on Willow Street Ayaan had not returned to Willow Street for almost twelve years. Life had carried him far away—toward college, work, and the noise of a busy city—but the silence of his childhood home continued to echo inside him. When his mother passed away, the house became a shadow he didn’t want to face. And now that his father was gone too, the house waited for him like an unanswered letter.
By Muzzakir Khan2 months ago in Fiction
Dust and Static. Top Story - December 2025.
Just one more box. Frank thought to himself as he turned back into his childhood home. The loss of his parents was, on paper, a tragedy, a car crash that couldn't have been avoided, but in reality it was no real loss to him. It had been years since he'd spoken to them, and even longer since he'd seen them.
By Liam Storm2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Doorway
The first time Mira heard the sound, she thought it was the wind. A soft tap-tap-tap coming from the end of the hallway, near the old wooden door no one ever touched. Her grandmother had always told her, “Stay away from that door. Some rooms are better left alone.” But curiosity is louder than warnings, especially when the house feels too quiet.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
Golden-Hour Post-It
The first time it happened, no one believed the story. Not even me. I was walking to the bus stop just before sunrise, the air still holding that bluish quiet that belongs to people who wake up early. That’s when I saw it—a yellow sticky note pressed against the corner of a bakery window. The word warmth was written on it in a child’s handwriting, all uneven letters and soft pressure, as if the writer wasn’t sure they were allowed to write it.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Fiction
The Night My Shadow Walked Away From Me
Some nights stay with you forever—not because something magical happened, but because something impossible did. The night my shadow walked away from me wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t a trick of the light. It was the moment I realized that sometimes, the parts of ourselves we ignore the most eventually demand to be seen.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
