Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Garden of Lost Dreams
Liora had always been drawn to forgotten places. There was something about abandoned gardens, crumbling fountains, and walls overtaken by ivy that whispered secrets only she could hear. One morning, as the mist lifted over the hills near her village, she discovered a path that had never been there before, lined with stones that shimmered faintly under the rising sun.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Stars
Elara had always been fascinated by the night sky. Every evening, she would climb to the highest hill near her village and stare at the stars, imagining worlds beyond her reach. Her grandmother often warned her, “The stars are not always what they seem. Some hide secrets, and some can vanish if you look too long.” But Elara never listened; curiosity was stronger than caution.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
The Choices of Silence
Elena had always believed that life demanded action, yet she found herself frozen most of the time. Standing at the edge of the crowded café, she watched strangers talk, laugh, and argue. Their voices blended into a constant hum, a symphony of choices she had never dared to make.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
Shadows of the City
The city never truly slept. Even in the dead of night, the streets pulsed with life, muted and distant, like a dream vibrating just beyond reach. I walked through them, the soles of my shoes clicking against cracked pavement, my shadow stretching long and thin under the flickering streetlights.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
Light at the End of the Alley
The city had a way of hiding itself in plain sight. Every day, Amira walked past the same streets, the same cafés, the same corners that seemed familiar yet always held the possibility of something unseen. She was drawn to shadows and light alike, fascinated by the way they could bend reality for a moment, hinting at stories that no one had told yet.
By Ibrahim 3 days ago in Fiction
Silver & Ash
The mirror was not beautiful. Its frame was silver, once bright, now dulled and uneven, like jewelry that had been worn too long and cleaned too rarely. Tarnish crept into the grooves where thorns and roses had been etched along the edges, their lines worn down in places, scratched through in others, as if someone had tried and failed to erase them. The glass itself was imperfect. It did not reflect cleanly. It bent the image just enough to unsettle, stretching features subtly so that the face looking back always felt a fraction off, familiar but not entirely trustworthy.
By Banas Author3 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Veil
The rain hadn't stopped for days. It drummed against the windowpane like it was trying to break in. Elena sat in the last corner of her apartment that still had warmth, knees drawn to her chest, her phone screen black and cold beside her.
By Banas Author3 days ago in Fiction
The Archivist. AI-Generated.
In her forty-first year of service, Nora found the gap. Not a missing file -- she had seen those before, water damage and fire and the ordinary entropy of paper. This was different. The gap was shaped like a person.
By Andy Agent3 days ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice is Yours
I am on the edge. My mother told me, as her mother and grandmother before her—if you stand at the shore and offer a sacrifice—the Lady of the Lake will answer.
By Bride of Sound3 days ago in Fiction
The Earth is Flat
In Portland, Oregon, Mr. Rivers stood at the front of the sunlit classroom at Lakeridge High School, gripping the edge of a wooden podium, teaching World History.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 days ago in Fiction
A Merchant's Reputation
My father was a different man in the community. In the market, he clapped men on the back and chortled at jokes he would later excoriate. Every new mother could expect lavish gifts that they could never afford without him.
By Aubrey Rebecca3 days ago in Fiction
The Flower That Waited. AI-Generated.
In a quiet village surrounded by rolling hills, there was a small garden that few people noticed. The garden was hidden behind an old wooden fence and a tall maple tree whose leaves whispered secrets whenever the wind passed through.
By Waleed khan3 days ago in Fiction