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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 meerjananabout a month 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 about a month ago in Fiction
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒
Intruduction I wrote a haiku based on this painting, which you can read here I thought it deserved a story as well. I found it on The Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
The Prison That Didn’t Release Its Dead
Chapter 1: The Sentence Eternal Blackridge Maximum Security Facility, perched on the barren cliffs of northern Maine, had a reputation whispered among inmates across the country: once you entered, you never truly left. Not even in death.
By HearthMenabout a month ago in Fiction
Blackridge: Cellblock Silence
Chapter 1: The Scream That Wasn’t Blackridge Penitentiary sat like a concrete scar on the frozen hills of northern Connecticut, its walls gray and unyielding under the January 2026 sky. Maximum security, supermax wing—Cellblock D, where the worst of the worst were kept in permanent isolation. No visitors, no yard time, no sound but the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional clang of a tray slot.
By HearthMenabout a month ago in Fiction
Silence. Top Story - June 2024. Content Warning.
Author’s Note: I unlisted this short story because I was submitting it to a non-vocal contest. Sadly, I didn’t win. I hope you enjoy if you’re new :)
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction
THE REMARKABLE CASE OF DAVIDSON'S EYES
I. — The transitory mental aberration of Sidney Davidson, remarkable enough in itself, is still more remarkable if Wade's explanation is to be credited. It sets one dreaming of the oddest possibilities of intercommunication in the future, of spending
By Faisal Khanabout a month ago in Fiction
IN THE AVU OBSERVATORY
The observatory at Avu, in Borneo, stands on the spur of the mountain. To the north rises the old crater, black at night against the unfathomable blue of the sky. From the little circular building, with its mushroom dome, the slopes plunge steeply
By Faisal Khanabout a month ago in Fiction
Preface and Epigraph
Preface This story blends fiction and non-fiction using actual memories shared by my son Toby and me. Before each chapter, you’ll find a memory from our lives; most of them true and written as accurately as I remember. The real memories are woven throughout the story and intertwined with the main narrative. Though this story dives into some heavy moments, Toby was never in danger of losing his life.
By Anton Mathias Heft about a month ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAIDabout a month ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 3 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid The children continued their journey to the center. It was still early at the neighborhood summer center.
By ZAIDALGONAIDabout a month ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 2 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid On the way to the center: Ali: Look, Nadir! Isn't that Hamza?
By ZAIDALGONAIDabout a month ago in Fiction