Humor
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
The New Season
The poster went up on a Tuesday, which was never a good day for anything. The wind off the Channel had already started lifting its corners before the paste was dry. Tommy Blythe stood watching from the railings, his coat collar up against the drizzle.
By Stephen Stanley4 months ago in Fiction
I Wish for Fish. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
Gently rolling in his blankets was an umber ambush, a stalking blot of venom on the night sky, thick in the tryst of the hunt. Or, so he thought of himself. No, his sanguine dream of dense jungle and damp mist hiding all but his bright yellow eyes was canned within the confines of a rocking metal tub. “A cat on the sea, who ever heard of such a thing”? The sleek feline mused to himself, lazily trailing a paw over the edge of his soft cloth perch, dangling from the dark ceiling in the corner of a warm room. He peeked though the keyhole to the small cupboard he was curled in
By Thomas Speer4 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
