Stream of Consciousness

A Dream Inside a Dream
Place this farewell gently upon my forehead, soft as a promise you’re too afraid to speak aloud. Tell me I’m not wrong to wonder, to question
By Saeed ullah7 months ago in Fiction
Groundhog Day of Coffee and Tea. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
I had been heavy before. Heavy in the way people don’t see. Not the kind of heavy that slows you down, but the kind that keeps your muscles ready for war. I’d lifted things like people, grief, myself. I always knew where to go. Forward.
By Cadma7 months ago in Fiction
The City That Sleeps Inside Me
I have two lives. One begins when I wake up in my small apartment, drink bitter coffee, and trudge through gray streets beneath flickering neon signs. That’s the world everyone sees—the one made of alarms, errands, emails.
By Jawad Ali7 months ago in Fiction
Domino Effect
The old coffee machine in the corner of the break room at Sterling & Co. always wheezed before it dripped, a familiar, comforting sound that had punctuated countless hurried mornings. Today, it was the backdrop to Sarah’s internal battle. The quarterly reports were due in an hour, and she’d spotted a discrepancy, a small, almost negligible error in the sales figures from the North division. It was a single digit, off by a mere few thousand dollars, easily missed amidst millions.
By FlammyWrites7 months ago in Fiction
The Witch’s Bargain
Once upon a time… a man was sentenced to death. No one really knew what his crime was. Maybe he spoke truth in front of powerful people, or maybe he just hurt someone’s ego. Whatever it was, his life was near end and he had no hope left.
By Usama7 months ago in Fiction
The Heartbreak - then the Repeat
It wasn't my first heartbreak, but it was the first one that shattered my heart like it was made of glass. I had wanted it to work - so badly that I stayed silent and tried my best to push through everything and be someone that I couldn't look at in the mirror. I remember being so thankful that I never bruised. I remember being so grateful that when people asked questions, that I could use that I was shy or that it was our faith and I was being a good submissive wife.
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 months ago in Fiction
The Echo in My Veins
Aris Thorne’s favorite sales tactic was fear. “Feel that anxiety in your chest, Mr. Reynolds?” she whispered, her neural implant syncing with the client’s emotions. “That’s your competitors’ ambition… But our security AI can make it stop.”
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
Iris
I saw them for the first time when I turned seven. It was strange. It didn’t scare me, necessarily. Not really. Not then.
By Chandler Hammon7 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Creating Fiction That Feels Real
Have you ever read a novel so vivid it felt as if you could step right into its world? Or met a character in a short story who seemed more alive than some people you know in real life?
By Kim Jon7 months ago in Fiction
Real Money Heist – Part 1: The Planner
I still remember the first time I met him. Not in some dark alley or abandoned warehouse like they show in movies. It was at Gloria Jean’s in DHA Phase 6, Lahore. A quiet Thursday. Rain on the windows. He was already there — sipping black coffee, no sugar. Looked like someone’s retired uncle, not the man who would plan the biggest heist Pakistan never found out about.
By Sofia Elira Solenne7 months ago in Fiction
The Echo in the Empty Mug
Sarah Thorne’s world was a symphony of notifications. Emails pinged on her laptop, Slack messages buzzed on her phone, calendar reminders chimed relentlessly. Her sleek, minimalist apartment overlooked a city that never slept, its neon glow reflecting in the glass towers that housed countless others just like her – perpetually connected, perpetually exhausted. She was a rising star at NexaTech, her life a meticulously managed spreadsheet of deadlines, deliverables, and diminishing returns on her sanity.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
“My Life Was Just Like Cinderella — But I Saved Myself”
When I was younger, I used to believe fairytales were just stories — distant, dreamy, impossible. But the older I grew, the more I realized something strange.
By Bella7 months ago in Fiction