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The Diary of the Person Who Will Ruin You
It started with a storm. The kind of storm that makes the air hum like an old television and makes you question if something's about to go terribly wrong. Eli didn't like storms, but he liked staying inside even less. He’d always been the kind of person who walked until his thoughts quieted down.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
The People Who Were Never Born
Dr. Ethan Clarke had never believed in alternate realities. A man grounded in logic, physics, and the unyielding laws of nature. But on one quiet November evening, in the stillness of his lab in Boston, everything he believed about the universe shattered.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 2
The note sat on the kitchen counter, right beside Mara’s chipped coffee mug, as if it belonged there—like a bookmark slipped into a morning ritual. She hadn’t slept much. Her mind kept replaying the words from the letter, the curve of the handwriting, the way it had been folded so precisely, so carefully.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Shouldn’t Exist — What I Found Inside My Grandmother’s Attic Changed Everything
She Left Me the House — and a Question When my grandmother passed away, I inherited her creaky, ivy-covered house in upstate New York. She had lived there for 53 years — a widow for most of them, a mystery to even her closest neighbours.
By Sohanur Rahman8 months ago in Fiction
Lifeboat
The old man stared at me from the bow of the vessel, his cracked lips pulled downwards into a grimace underneath his filthy beard. The armpits of his undershirt were stained yellow with sweat. I could smell his stench; indeed, there was no escape from it. No way to avoid the rancid odor emanating from his every pore. My only solace was the fact that my own odor was likely to be as keen an assault on his senses as his was on mine.
By Danh Chantachak8 months ago in Fiction
The Platform Where He Waited
The sky was heavy with low, grey clouds as if it mourned something unspoken. The breeze carried a chill, not just from the cold, but perhaps from memory. On days like this, time felt slow, and the ordinary took on a strange beauty.
By Md Jubayer Hasan Tanvir8 months ago in Fiction
