Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Don't wait until I am sick or Dead.
Let me tell you what it actually feels like to be - Living in The Town of Almost-Nice. My name is Harold Finchley, and if you reside in the town of Barnbridge - you may or may not notice that the inhabitants have a rather peculiar habit.
By Novel Allen2 days ago in Fiction
The Skull Washed Ashore
The Skull Washed Ashore The tide was slow that morning, dragging itself across the shore with a heavy sound that seemed to settle into the bones rather than pass through the ears, and the sky hung low in a dull grey weight that made the whole stretch of beach feel closed in, as though the world had narrowed to that one place and refused to open beyond it. I had walked there many times before, enough to know every shift in the sand and every curve of the shoreline, yet that day something felt wrong in a way that could not be easily named, something quiet and watchful that seemed to exist just beyond the edge of thought.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
The Letterbox
"I'd like a fire pit." Annis dipped her face as she made her sole request of the innkeeper. Limp ringlets fell forward and veiled the faint hairs across her cheeks—get them shaved, you look like a man—but Annis caught the innkeeper's wrinkled nose and puckered face. Her paced and simple words, rehearsed at least three times before entering through the woven ropes over the doorway, had yet again failed to make her likable.
By Nagisa K.2 days ago in Fiction
Closing Doors That Were Never Opened
Closing Doors That Were Never Opened She had a way of walking into places that were never hers, as if the world had been waiting for her all along. Doors did not need to be opened for her, she moved like they had already said yes. A smile in the right moment, a softness in her voice, and suddenly she was inside lives that had taken years to build.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
Too Much Love Can Kill You
Too Much Love Can Kill You At first, it felt like the kind of love people dream about. The kind that arrives quietly, then suddenly fills every space in your life. There were messages all day, voices late into the night, and that constant feeling of being chosen. It made the world seem smaller, safe, nothing could reach you as long as they were there. There was no distance, no gaps, no silence, and that intensity felt like something rare, something people search their whole lives for. You told yourself this was what love was meant to feel like, full, consuming, undeniable.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
The Shop That Sold Second Chances
At the end of a narrow street where few people passed, there stood a small shop with no sign. Most people walked by without noticing it.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
The Map That Drew Itself
In a small, dusty shop hidden between two old buildings, there was a map that no one was allowed to touch. It hung on the far wall, framed in dark wood, its surface covered in faint, shifting خطوط that seemed to move when no one was looking directly at them.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse at the Edge of Memory
At the farthest edge of the sea, where maps faded into blank space and sailors feared to sail, there stood an ancient lighthouse that no one claimed to have built.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
The Garden of Unfinished Dreams
At the edge of a forgotten forest, beyond a path no map had ever marked, there existed a hidden garden known only to those who had given up on their dreams.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Lost Shadows
In a city where the sun rarely disappeared, shadows were considered ordinary—mere reflections of light. But deep beneath the streets, hidden from the eyes of the people, there existed a place where shadows lived their own secret lives.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Forgotten Hours
In a narrow street at the edge of an ancient town, there stood a small shop filled with clocks. Some were tall and grand, others tiny and delicate, but all of them ticked in a strange, uneven rhythm. Above the door hung a faded sign that read: “Hours Repaired and Restored.”
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
The City That Dreamed Back
In a quiet corner of the world, hidden between mountains that touched the sky and rivers that whispered secrets, there existed a city unlike any other. It was called Lumeria, a place where dreams were not just thoughts in the mind, but living, breathing realities.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction