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Dust and Static. Top Story - December 2025.
Just one more box. Frank thought to himself as he turned back into his childhood home. The loss of his parents was, on paper, a tragedy, a car crash that couldn't have been avoided, but in reality it was no real loss to him. It had been years since he'd spoken to them, and even longer since he'd seen them.
By Liam Storm3 months ago in Fiction
The Room that Remembered. Content Warning.
He woke on cold stone, cheek pressed against grit. A throb pulsed behind his eyes—deep, steady, like a slow hammer striking bone. When he tried to move, pain shot through his shoulders. His wrists were bound behind him with coarse rope, tight enough to bite.
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Fiction
The Room at the End of the Hall
(A son returns home after five years to open the room his father left behind. The door was closed out of grief, but what he discovers inside changes the way he sees love, loss, and family. This emotional story explores how memories can stay frozen in time, waiting for the courage to be unlocked again.)
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
The Night My Shadow Walked Away From Me
Some nights stay with you forever—not because something magical happened, but because something impossible did. The night my shadow walked away from me wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t a trick of the light. It was the moment I realized that sometimes, the parts of ourselves we ignore the most eventually demand to be seen.
By Muhammad Reyaz3 months ago in Fiction
Ali Baba and the Forty Riders of Shadows
Ali Baba was a poor woodcutter who lived a simple life on the edge of a dusty old town. His small home was modest, but peaceful, shared only with his gentle and hardworking wife. Every morning, he walked into the forest with his worn axe and his loyal donkey, hoping to gather enough wood to sell at the market. Life wasn’t easy, but Ali Baba never complained. He believed that honesty and patience would eventually bring him something good.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
IVY
CHAPTER 1 : An Unwelcome Presence It didn’t make sense. Why did this person feel so familiar? Why did he carry this sense of unwanted disturbance? His smile looked harmless, but I knew better. Smiles could be deceiving. I needed to make him go away—or it would be another calamity. I couldn’t afford that again.
By Asha verne3 months ago in Fiction
A Message That Appeared on My Phone From the Future
It was a normal Thursday night—or at least, I thought it was. I was scrolling through my phone, half-watching a poorly made horror movie on YouTube, when something strange happened. My screen flickered for a split second, and a notification appeared.
By Muhammad Reyaz3 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Prologue Ivy has spent years rebuilding a life that once burned to ashes—her past hidden, her peace fragile. Just when she begins to believe she’s finally safe, a stranger with ocean‑blue eyes appears at her door, stirring a fear she thought she’d buried forever.
By Asha verne3 months ago in Fiction
The Person I Buried Came Back to My Door Tonight
I wasn’t expecting anyone that late. It was nearly midnight, the kind of hour when even the street dogs stop barking, when the whole world feels like it’s holding its breath. I was sitting alone in my living room, the lamp flickering for the third time that night, when I heard it: three slow knocks on the front door.
By Muhammad Reyaz3 months ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF MISUNDERSTANDING. AI-Generated.
The late afternoon sun spilled warm orange light across Hoshizora High School, painting the courtyard in long shadows. Students laughed, chattered, and slowly filtered out of the gate, eager to escape another day of classes.
By forhad hossain3 months ago in Fiction
