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Hearts against the Storm
Two weeks later, the world had changed — or maybe we had changed enough to see it clearly. The headlines were still buzzing. Investigations were underway. Arrests had been made in the land fraud case tied to my uncle’s death. My father's political allies had started to disappear like shadows under sunlight.
By Mehmood Niaz6 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 Last Phone Call Before Midnight
It had been six months since Emily's husband, Daniel, died in a vehicle accident that was brought on by a slick, rainy road. Her sadness turned into a profound stillness rather than disappearing. The vibrant atmosphere of her home was now dominated by the soft hum of appliances and the occasional creak of the old wood.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan6 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
Episode 14: The Meeting Beneath the Ash
They called it neutral ground, but there’s no such thing anymore. The city library had burned down in the third month—flames and screams and paperback confetti—but the basement was still standing. So that’s where we met. Between the cracked pillars and the sleeping mold, beneath a banner that used to say SUMMER READING IS LIT!
By Paper Lantern6 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
Before the Morning
Leah stepped into the house with a tired sigh, the kind that came from too many hours smiling at people she didn't like. The takeout bag in her hand swung gently as she shut the door behind her. The lights were off, though the porch lamp had been glowing when she parked. That was strange. James always turned them on for her when she worked late.
By Shai Anderson6 months ago in Fiction
You're My Favorite Murder (Chapter 15). Content Warning.
Chapter 15: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺 My hand instinctively reaches into the opposite pocket, hunting for my vape before a white-hot dread surge through me as I remember I quit a few months ago. Though with the way things are panning out for me right now, I could do well with a hit or two, probably more.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂6 months ago in Fiction
The Riverside Road - Part One
“Mr. Li, this letter appears to be the last words written by your late son, Hudson. We found it in your room, and it appears to be addressed to you.” Detective Williams produced a folded envelope and handed it across to the man dressed in mourning clothes beside him.
By Matthew Yu6 months ago in Fiction
