Horror
The Last Stop
The clock struck 9:45 PM when Asha stepped out of her part-time job at the city library. The streets of Delhi were still buzzing, but nightfall always carried a certain chill that made her hurry to the nearest bus stop. Her parents had always warned her not to travel late, but with college fees, rent, and expenses mounting, she had little choice. She clutched her sling bag tighter and stepped onto the last bus heading toward East Delhi.
By Dr Sazidul 9 months ago in Chapters
The Library That Ate Time
Birthdays. The annual forced march towards the grave, punctuated by awkward greetings and questionable cake choices. Mine, however, come with a unique little flavor: a yearly seventeen-minute vacation from consciousness. My brain's way of saying, "Nope, not dealing with another year of this." While the normies get balloons and heartfelt (read: generic) cards, I get a temporary flirtation with the void and the persistent suspicion that my existence is some cosmic sitcom I didn't audition for.
By Gugulethu Msomi9 months ago in Chapters
"The House with the Locked Room"
"The House with the Locked Room" They said she was whimsical. Called her the "daydream mom." The kind who painted stars on the ceiling and talked to her plants like they were old friends. People smiled at her in supermarkets—charmed by her wild curls and humming voice—but they never stayed long. The way her eyes wandered too far, like they were chasing things only she could see, made them uncomfortable.
By Sumon Ahmed9 months ago in Chapters










