Stream of Consciousness
The Day My Shadow Spoke Back
The Day My Shadow Spoke Back It began on a Tuesday, the kind of day that slips between calendar pages unnoticed, with overcast skies and coffee that tastes vaguely like memory. I had just finished rearranging my bookshelf — again — when I noticed something strange
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Not Him. Not Now. . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge. Top Story - July 2025.
This was meant to be the summer of progress. New systems, new structure, new home, new routine. A new rhythm to life for all of us. A proper house this time, one that came with more than one bedroom for the four of us, a solid roof, floorboards that didn't screech under pressure. It was supposed to be a summer of painting walls and building garden beds. We had planned to flourish this season.
By Autumn Stew6 months ago in Fiction
The Glass Shark
Sylvia almost tossed it into the donation box. The little glass shark ornament had been gathering dust on her windowsill for years, a relic from a relationship that ended long ago. But whenever her fingers closed around it, something in her chest tightened.
By Natasha Collazo6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Doesn't Lie📖. AI-Generated.
It started with the mirror. Maya had just moved into her new apartment—a tiny, creaky studio in a rundown building downtown. The place came fully furnished, including an old mirror nailed to the bathroom wall. The landlord told her it was “impossible to remove” and laughed nervously, saying, “It’s been there longer than the plumbing.”
By ElaheMindStories6 months ago in Fiction
The Window
She was the single window in the old blue-almost-green house, already a little washed out by time in that monotonous village, where everything seemed to be slowly losing its colour. So she was surprised that her windowsill didn’t get a bit more attention from the people inside the house.
By Erika Lorenna6 months ago in Fiction










