Psychological
The Night My World Turned Upside Down
I was curled up in my favorite armchair, half‑asleep with a mug of lukewarm coffee in hand, when my phone buzzed at 2:47 a.m. The screen lit up with a name I hadn’t thought about in months, and my heart skipped. Four simple words stared back at me: “We need to talk.”
By Hamayoun Tareen 7 months ago in Fiction
Artificial Intelligence
In the fast-paced digital age, artificial intelligence (AI) is reshaping how we live, work, and communicate. From chatbots like ChatGPT to powerful image generators and deepfake tools, AI is rapidly expanding its reach. However, behind the seamless digital interactions lies a hidden environmental cost — a rising threat to the world’s most precious resource: water.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Fiction
Til Death. Winner in The Second First Time Challenge. Content Warning.
The porch light illuminated my windowsill, the only dim light in the house. Casserole and lasagna cooked by my family cooled in their tin foil-wrapped dishes on the kitchen counter. Shadow coated the bedroom, along with piles of laundry I couldn’t be bothered to clean or fold. Cold air hummed through the vents.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty7 months ago in Fiction
The House on Wrenhill Lane
When Emily Moore moved into 17 Wrenhill Lane, she thought it would be a fresh start. The house was quiet, tucked away at the end of a narrow road surrounded by tall trees. After her divorce, all she wanted was peace—no more shouting, no more anxiety. Just space to think, to breathe, and to be alone.
By Jehanzeb Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Glacier Fox's Unseen Path
Kivi’s first mistake was chasing the snow hare. Her mother had warned her: "Storms ride on the backs of careless hunters." But the hare was plump, its tracks fresh, and Kivi’s belly growled louder than the gathering wind. She darted past the sacred stone markers—the ones etched with wolf teeth, warning "Beyond here, the ice forgets."
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Basement Floor
Previously... Hira has uncovered pieces of a disturbing truth: her name tied to a psychiatric record she doesn’t remember, voicemails from her own voice, and a child claiming to be forgotten. A mysterious mirror message begged for help. Photos show her with a girl she doesn’t know. And now, in the basement of her building, an ancient wooden box and a tape revealed chilling therapy sessions she supposedly had.
By Abid Ali Khan7 months ago in Fiction
Voicemails from the Past
The Story So Far… Hira's new life in Ridge Town has unraveled into something twisted. Strange voices. Photos of her taken in secret. A man — or a presence — living in apartment 7B. And now, her own image staring into the camera while she sleeps.
By Abid Ali Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Man in Apartment 7B
The Story Continues... The hallway leading to apartment 7B always smelled of old carpet and damp paint. It was as if time stood still in that corner of the building. Hira had passed by it dozens of times, but she never dared to stop. There was something about that door — the rusted brass numbers, the uneven doormat, the faint sound of movement behind it — that made her uneasy.
By Abid Ali Khan7 months ago in Fiction
A New Home, A Hidden Past
The moment Hira stepped out of the taxi and onto the damp, cobbled street, she felt a chill crawl down her spine. Ridge Town was supposed to be a new beginning — a sleepy hilltop community far from the chaos of her past life in Karachi. She had rented an old Victorian-style apartment at the edge of the town, nestled between pine trees and fog-draped hills.
By Abid Ali Khan7 months ago in Fiction
