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Trust, Undone
I trusted her with everything—passwords, plans, parts of myself I hid from everyone else. She learned it all, then used it when leaving paid better than loving. I didn’t chase. I sat, realizing betrayal doesn’t start with them—it starts the moment you hand someone knife.
By Aarsh Malika day ago in Fiction
The Last Letter in the Attic
I hadn’t been back to my grandmother’s house in years. Not since the funeral. The place sat at the edge of town, quiet and stubborn against time, like it refused to admit she was gone. The garden had grown wild, ivy swallowing the porch railing, and the front door groaned like it recognized me when I pushed it open.
By Mariana Fariasa day ago in Fiction
She Blocked Him Everywhere… Except in His Dreams
Her profile disappeared from his screen. Their chats—years of late-night conversations, inside jokes, voice notes, and shared secrets—vanished as if they had never existed. Even the little heart emojis they exchanged seemed erased from memory. He stared at his phone that night, willing it to be a mistake. It wasn’t.
By Tawseef Aziza day ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
The town of Hollow Creek was small, the kind of place where everyone knew your name and your business, sometimes before you even did. Tucked between a crooked row of brick buildings on Main Street, there was a shop that most people walked past without a second glance. Its sign was faded, the paint peeling like old memories: “Elliot’s Timepieces”. Inside, the air smelled of polished wood, brass, and a hint of something unplaceable—like nostalgia in liquid form.
By Mariana Fariasa day ago in Fiction
Life in a Sea of Sand
A hundred years ago, the Arab world was vastly different from the glittering cities and towering skyscrapers we see today. Life revolved around endless deserts, date palms, and caravans of camels. It was a world with few conveniences, yet filled with strong hearts and resilient spirits.
By Mariana Fariasa day ago in Fiction
Finding Gold
The figure sprints down the cobbled alleyway, around the corner and onto the dusty track leading out of town. Ahead, a narrow isthmus pinches the path to half its previous width, but there is no chance for slowing, it is all or nothing now, and the man keeps up his pace, his blue cape flying behind him. On the far side, where the track runs along the top of an open stretch of sand, pieces of gold and spilled gemstones glisten in the sun, easy pickings if you can take the time to swerve away from the sturdier ground above beach. Conner makes his decision fast and holds his line. Riches will have to wait until he is out of shooting range of the archer.
By Hannah Moorea day ago in Fiction
The Gardener and His White Crane: A Tale of Regret
The Gardener and His White Crane: A Tale of Regret Once, in a small, quiet village, there lived an elderly man who spent every waking hour in his garden. To the rest of the world, he was just a gardener, but to him, the trees and flowers were his family. He had planted most of them with his own hands decades ago, and he knew the personality of every single plant. His garden was the most beautiful place in the entire region a lush, green sanctuary where the air always smelled like jasmine and damp earth.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
THE INVENTORY OF THE VOID:
The Great House of Carl sat atop the highest hill in the valley, a sprawling labyrinth of gilded mahogany, reinforced steel, and glass that reflected the sun so fiercely it blinded the peasants in the flats below. For generations, the Carl family didn't just live in the valley; they were the valley. They owned the stream, the air rights above the orchards, and the very shadows cast by the mountains.
By Meko James a day ago in Fiction
Field Notes on a Failed Kidnapping
Elyra had prepared for this extensively. She stood in the corner of her burrow halfway behind a tall shelf that she had dragged there two nights before for exactly this purpose. The human was sitting on the other side of the room, tied to the chair that Elyra had placed in the center.
By Brooke Moran2 days ago in Fiction
