Stream of Consciousness
Our 12 year summer
Summer is my least favorite season. The desert heat and intense sun make it a miserable place to spend three straight months sweating, not to mention it's not tourist season, so business slows down to an uncomfortable low. Like counting every dollar low, but those are why I hated the previous summers. Now I hate summers because it's when my family fell apart.
By David Williams6 months ago in Fiction
Hearts against the Storm
The SUV disappeared into the dust of the road before I could even take a step. I stood there frozen, the world spinning around me. Alya had been crying. Her eyes had locked with mine. She wanted me to stop him. To save her. But I was too slow.
By Mehmood Niaz6 months ago in Fiction
The Tree That Grew Backward
The last time Maya saw her grandfather’s orchard alive, she was seven. Rows of pear trees stretched like disciplined soldiers, branches heavy with fruit he called "sunlight made solid." Now, twenty years later, she stood in the same spot, breathing air thick with decay.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Promise. AI-Generated.
In the sleepy village of Merrow’s Cove, tucked against a rugged coastline, the lighthouse stood tall—weather-worn but proud. Its white stone walls bore the salt and storms of a hundred seasons, and within it lived the last lighthouse keeper: Elias Wren, a man of habit, of silence, and of unshakable devotion.
By Adil Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
Another Night at the Library
Working for two libraries usually during the night shift is for some a lonely time to work such a job, but for me it's a chance to work and do something that makes me feel good about myself. There was a night not so long ago at another library where I kept hearing the phrase 'Read the Book." "Read the book." so at the end of the shift the voice or more of a whisper lead me to a certain table that had an open book to a particular story and I read the book which by the way was 'The Holy Bible' and open to the story of the 'Good Samaritan' which helped me to make a decision for my life.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Finding Light in the Fog
The fog was thick that morning, the kind that swallows the world whole. It clung to the grass, wrapped around the trees, and blurred the edges of everything, including me. I stood at the edge of the park, my breath shallow, my chest tight with the familiar weight of anxiety. It wasn’t a new feeling—more like an old, uninvited guest who’d overstayed their welcome. But that morning, something shifted. That morning, I took my first step into the fog, and it changed everything.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
She Escaped the City—Only to Forget Why
When Emily packed up her life in the city, she thought she was running toward freedom. The noise, the pressure, the crowds, the performance—it had all begun to blur into something she couldn’t stand anymore. The sharp edges of ambition had started to cut deeper than they used to. Waking up each morning to the hum of traffic, the pressure of deadlines, and the empty rituals of a job she no longer loved had begun to feel like dragging a heavy coat through a heatwave.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Fiction
Midnight Rain
The rain started quietly that night. Not a storm. Not loud thunder. Just a soft drizzle brushing the stone streets of the old European town. It was well past midnight. The streetlamps glowed faintly in the mist, and the world felt like it was holding its breath.
By Muhammad Abuzar Badshah 6 months ago in Fiction
