Holiday

A Bright Ribbon in Darker Times
A flower in a pot, a card and Heroes sweets in Morrisons brown paper bag warm the spot behind the door. I pick them all up, stunned, after reading his message, “I dropped a little something on the doorstep for you.” We are not lovers, not even friends.
By Moon Desert18 days ago in Fiction
Halloween. Content Warning.
What was the ancient evil that infected Corey Cunningham and caused him to go psycho? It was an ancient demon known as Belial. It was the thing known as The Shape. Michael was The Shape. That was what everyone thought. Michael was the shape to Haddonfield. Belial was Michael’s Shape. He was the entity that showed himself to Michael when Karen interrupted him. It was the silent alarm waiting to trigger Michael.
By DJ Robbins19 days ago in Fiction
Elf Doll. Content Warning.
An Elf doll sat on the sofa. He wore a green outfit. His big blue eyes shone like wet marbles. In walked Stephanie. She noticed the doll on the sofa and called out to her husband.
By DJ Robbins20 days ago in Fiction
🌅 The Future They Blessed Each Other For
They didn’t plan to meet that morning. Life had simply nudged them into the same place, at the same hour, under a sky just beginning to glow with color. The café sat at the edge of the old harbor, windows wide open to let in the smell of salt and early sunlight. It was the kind of place people came to when they needed quiet more than company.
By Zidane24 days ago in Fiction
Immortal on Christmas
Putin stood through the Christmas service at the St.George Church, swaying from one foot to another, thinking Masha should do something to that damn knee pain.
By Lana V Lynx27 days ago in Fiction
She Still Loves Me
And I Never Stopped Paying for the Night I Left By Anees Ul Ameen I promised myself I would never return to that house.
By anees28 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan28 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan28 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan28 days ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan28 days ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 28 days ago in Fiction
Welcome 2026. AI-Generated.
The first morning of 2026 arrived quietly. There were no fireworks in the sky anymore, no loud cheers echoing through the streets. The world seemed to pause, as if taking a deep breath before stepping forward. The sun rose slowly, casting a soft golden light over cities, villages, and homes across the globe. It was a new year, untouched and full of possibility.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a month ago in Fiction