Stream of Consciousness

The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
User’s Guide to Disappearing (Terms, Conditions & Mild Trauma Apply)
Sometimes disappearing isn’t about running away. It’s about testing who notices you’re gone—and who never did. Consider this your survival manual, with a splash of sarcasm and a few bite marks.
By Jelly6 months ago in Fiction
*The Bench by the Lake*
There was a lake on the edge of a quiet town, half-hidden behind sycamore trees and tangled ivy. It wasn’t on any tourist map, and no signs pointed to it. But those who found it—by accident or ache—often came back.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Red Mage and the Thief
The Emberlight Covenant The city of Jeuno rose from the cliffs like a dream of white stone, its spires tipped in banners that swayed in the salt wind. Bridges as narrow as a dagger’s edge arched over the chasms between towers and the streets hummed with the life of a hundred nations. Traders hawking wares from desert caravans and smiths hammering sparks into fresh-forged steel; wandering minstrels singing in tongues from the farthest reaches of Vana’diel.
By Cadma6 months ago in Fiction
The Almost of Her. Winner in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Zelma’s hair is the color of honey when the light hits it just right. Not the raw kind, but golden and warm, the kind you find in glass jars on corner store shelves, glowing under cheap fluorescent bulbs. Her skin reminds you of the color of the sun, almost like the warmest day yet crisp day in Autumn. But her face semi broad nose, full lips, almond eyes with matching mono-lids whispers a different story. People never know what to make of her.
By Cadma6 months ago in Fiction
When the House Fell Silent Without You
I used to think silence was a luxury. The kind that came at the end of a long day, after the dishes were done and the lights were low. The kind of silence that felt like peace.
By Habib king6 months ago in Fiction
The Day That Didn’t Hurt
For over a year, I had the date marked in my work calendar: July 27th, 2025. I assumed it would be solemn. Quiet. Sacred. On July 25th, I called Mom while curling my hair as part of my going out ritual. We talked about the usual things: my friends, how being 29 is fun and ridiculous in New York, how I feel more like myself than I have in a while.
By cameron crews6 months ago in Fiction
The Eagle and the Hen
The Eagle and the Hen Long ago, when the sky was closer and the clouds danced freely with the treetops, the animals lived as one family. There was no hunting, no fear. Just community. Among them were the eagle, Akroma, and the hen, Afia.
By Muhammad Younas6 months ago in Fiction
An arrogant amorality - The Forest or the Trees.
Arrogant Amorality. A concept as chilling as it is compelling. An exploration of its symbolic anatomy within a mythic narrative.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Fiction
American Geisha
Chapter 1: When the Phone Rang When the phone rang, I imagined a job less explicit. The voice on the other end was gentle. Amicable. It introduced me to the world I was about to enter as if it were something simple. It wasn’t. The instructions were vague but well understood—and I agreed without hesitation.
By Cadma6 months ago in Fiction
A Voice Without a Face
Paul had always battled sleep. Each night, he tossed and turned, his mind a flickering projector of unfinished tasks, missed deadlines, and "what ifs" that marched in endless loops. His bed, rather than a sanctuary, had become a battleground between rest and racing thoughts. On this night, however, something felt different.
By Anthony Chan6 months ago in Fiction