Series

Me, My Life & Why Part 7
Part 7 It hit me while standing in the kitchen, holding a mug of tea I’d microwaved three times and still hadn’t drunk.
By Laura 6 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 6
Part 6 Here’s the thing no one tells you about quitting everything: Nothing happens. Not-a-thing. No one shows up with pitchforks.
By Laura 6 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 5
Part 5 At 9:41am on a random Tuesday, I decided to quit my entire life. Not in the dramatic, “move to a cabin and start an organic candle brand” kind of way.
By Laura 6 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 4
Part 4 You can tell how your life is going by checking the group chat. Not the big one, the real one. The old one. The group that used to buzz constantly with unhinged memes and “who’s bringing wine?” energy.
By Laura 6 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 3
Part 3 My to-do list has 72 items. I did one. And by “did,” I mean I changed the font. To something calming. That counts, right?
By Laura 7 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why Part 2
Part 2 At precisely 10:03am, I sat across from a man who’s never once been late, wrong, or interesting. “This is just a conversation,” he said, smiling the way dentists do before a root canal. “Not a critique. Just feedback. A check-in.”
By Laura 7 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why
Part 1 Today, I failed at waking up. Not in a poetic, gentle way, not a yawn-and-stretch, “oops I overslept” sort of way.
By Laura 7 months ago in Fiction
Tilt
Plink. Plink. Another bead of liquid swelling and drooping, pregnant in the early morning sunshine... and behind it, a tanned, square-jawed face, cold and smooth as marble.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
Death is a mystery
DEATH IS A MYSTERY😔... BUT IT OFTEN SEND SIGNS BEFORE IT COMES 😔 (Episode 1) The sun cast a golden hue over the village of UJUALA as the rooster's crow signaled the start of a new day. Elder Nneka, known for her wisdom and kindness, sat on her porch, sipping her morning tea. Children played nearby, their laughter echoing through the air.
By Haya princess7 months ago in Fiction
Love of Souls
Some love stories are written in letters, some in looks - but this one lives in silence. This is the story of a boy who painted the soul of a girl he never truly saw because he loved her not through her smile or beauty, but through the kindness she once gave him. Time passed. They grew up, took different paths. But her presence never left his world. She wore a niqab now. He went to a boarding school. But in the quiet corners of his room, and deeper corners of his heart, she remained faceless… yet unforgettable.
By Muhammad Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Final Letter
It was raining again. The kind of relentless downpour that made the city seem frozen in time. The streets outside were glazed in a silver shimmer, and each raindrop tapped the windows of Ali's apartment like a quiet reminder of everything he had lost.
By Hk Online7 months ago in Fiction
Toast, Towels, & Tights (& Bisoprolol)
Journal Log - SUBJECT M 03/05 07:12 Exited Statham Road terrace carrying standard grocery tote. Fingernail polish chipped (burgundy, left index). Leopard-print scarf worn loosely. No umbrella. Forecast: rain.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction