Historical
The Last Letter Home
The sound of the postman’s boots on the gravel was enough to send Clara’s heart racing every morning. It had been three months since James left for the front, and every letter that arrived carried the warmth of his presence, even across oceans and battlefields. She lived for the scratch of his handwriting, the way he always signed off with “All my love, always — James.”
By Asghar ali awan5 months ago in Fiction
When One Voice Turns Into a Roar — and a City Listens
It began as a whisper. In the narrow alleyways of Nizamabad, the kind where crooked balconies lean over laundry lines and stray cats dart between shadows, a solitary voice rose before dawn. A young woman—barefoot, ragged vest, eyes blazing—stood atop a faded crate in the market square and screamed:
By Alexander Mind5 months ago in Fiction
To Sweeten a Sour Soul
All three women of the house kept peeking out the curtains as a group of British soldiers approached. Watching them march up the hill was painful; they were still too far away for Anna to see them clearly, but she saw a group of three men.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
The air in Panama City hung heavy with humidity and unease. The skyline glittered just beyond the tinted windows of the presidential palace, but inside, beneath the sterile glow of the conference hall lights, the atmosphere was taut with fear.
By Logan M. Snyder5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Garden on Earth
The world had forgotten what green looked like. Cities were made of metal and ash, skies were silver with dust, and oceans were mirrors of poison. For thirty years, humanity had lived under domes that filtered air and light — a sterile cage built to protect them from the wasteland they had created.
By Muhammad zahoor5 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Art of Thinking Deeply
We live in a time when our phones vibrate more than our thoughts do. Notifications, videos, updates — they all arrive faster than we can process them. We scroll, we react, we move on. But somewhere along the way, we’ve forgotten how to think deeply.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Fiction
