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The Last Prayer of Rahim
There’s a small village at the edge of nowhere — the kind of place where time moves slowly, and people remember everything. That’s where Rahim lived.
By Vocal Member 3 months ago in Fiction
The Knock that Woke Me. Content Warning.
*Trigger Warning: Home Invasion and Death of a Pet * A knock. Was it really a knock? Could it have been merely a left over fragment of a dream mistaken for reality?
By Penina Pohl3 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Tuesday. Top Story - October 2025.
Three loud bangs against the door, followed by the ringing of the doorbell like someone trying to win a button mashing minigame in Mario Party, jolted Clarence upright from his partial recline on the couch.
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Fiction
The Pot and the Ministry
“The Pot and the Ministry” A king was once passing through a region where people drank water directly from a canal. They bent down, scooped water in their hands, drank, and moved on. Watching this, the king paused for a moment, then turned to his minister and said,
By New stAr writer 3 months ago in Fiction
The Seed and the Satellite. Content Warning.
The three rapid knocks signalled trouble. "Not now," the man said from behind the desk, his voice sharp and serious but not angry. Then, immediately, three more knocks followed, their rapid hollow rasp indicating the anxiety of the messenger.
By mesa4 months ago in Fiction
A Fiddler fiddles a Hollow Ballad of A 'King'. A 'White' House burning Red. 🎻🎻🎻🎻
In a vast metaphor of a house, painted white, a hidden room exists within its hallowed walls. It houses Hope, accompanied by a Dream-Spider which spins emotions on behalf of its resident. Spider escapes only in dreams, never ever absent from her celestial duty of watching over her charge. But hope had been on a long and leisurely vacation away from the room...happily so. For the world was a much brighter place, with hope visiting everywhere.
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Fiction
T-Force
THE KNOCK The first knock came at 3:33 a.m. I sat up in bed like a puppet jerked by invisible strings. The sound was soft but deliberate—three taps against the wood, like fingers that had memorized the shape of my front door.
By Tony Martello4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
The Last Train Home By Abdul Muhammad The station was nearly empty when I arrived. A single overhead light buzzed and flickered as I stood on the platform, clutching my backpack like it was a lifeline. The last train of the night shrieked in the distance, echoing against the concrete walls.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
Timer on My Wrist
Timer on My Wrist By Abdul Muhammad When I was born, my parents said the first thing they did wasn’t check if I had ten fingers and ten toes—it was to look at the timer on my wrist.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
What a Top Bloke
Freddie had hoped for warmer weather today, but the wind blew cold. ‘You can’t plan these things,’ he’d told himself. ‘At least the sun’s out!’ He pulled his beanie over his ears and headed for the park bench nestled beneath a big bellied Oak; its leaves starting to flush with vibrant emerald greens.
By Chantal Christie Weiss4 months ago in Fiction
Creature Coach
Iris is transported. Working in the solitude of her chamber, she glides effortlessly, generating a creative vortex. Her focus becomes so intense during alchemy that her body seems to dissipate. Hunger, sleep, and other normal functions become superfluous. She radiates energy like a color spectrum.
By Stephanie Crain4 months ago in Fiction
Haven's Rest
The gas gauge had been on empty for thirty miles when Sarah saw the sign: "Welcome to Haven's Rest - Pop. 247." She'd driven this stretch of Highway 191 a hundred times visiting her mother at the care facility, and there had never been a town here. Just endless scrub brush and the occasional roadkill.
By Autumn 4 months ago in Fiction