Satire
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah I found the letter by accident. Tucked inside the back of my mother’s worn-out recipe book, behind a page smudged with gravy stains and faint ink scribbles about nutmeg, was an envelope that didn’t belong. It was brittle, yellowed with age, and sealed with a faded wax stamp I didn’t recognize.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Contract
“So, what’s the catch?” To be honest, he was getting ready to go out that night and did not expect that he would have to deal with such nonsense after making the offer, but nothing ever worked out the way he expected it to with these people. There was always some small little problem that was never anticipated. All these years and all those surprises…
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
Hunters (Redux)
Listen along as it should be experienced on Spotify or all other platforms HERE: *** I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that earned George’s firm-mandated shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
By Nadeem Shah The sky bled red the evening I returned to Raven Hollow. I hadn’t been back in twelve years—not since the night everything I believed in was shattered. The roads felt narrower, the trees darker, like the whole town was holding its breath, waiting for me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
Welcome to The Silence District
Welcome Home, Whisper Citizen! Congratulations! You've been selected for relocation to The Silence District — a state-of-the-art community where clarity, peace, and productivity reign supreme. Here, Noise is taxed, conversation is regulated, and tranquility is mandatory.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
Part 1: The Inheritance of Gears Elara’s grandfather died on a Tuesday. By Friday, she stood in his clock shop, "Chronos & Heart," breathing air thick with oil and loneliness. Hundreds of timepieces covered the walls—grandfather clocks sighing like tired giants, pocket watches humming in drawers, cuckoo clocks silent behind sealed doors.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Hearts against the Storm
Two weeks later, the world had changed — or maybe we had changed enough to see it clearly. The headlines were still buzzing. Investigations were underway. Arrests had been made in the land fraud case tied to my uncle’s death. My father's political allies had started to disappear like shadows under sunlight.
By Mehmood Niaz6 months ago in Fiction
Hearts against the Storm
The night was colder than usual, with a restless wind scraping across the empty roads as I rode toward the old farmhouse. I had no backup. No phone. Just the folded copy of the evidence Hamza had given me, tucked in my inner coat pocket. And a flicker of hope that somehow, this meeting — this trap — might be the end of it all.
By Mehmood Niaz6 months ago in Fiction
