Holiday
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Refrigerator Tried to Kill Me
Let me start by saying I did not expect to be attacked by my own fridge on a Tuesday. Tuesdays are supposed to be boring. Middle-of-the-road, halfway-to-the-weekend, emotionally beige. But that was before I downloaded a “smart kitchen” app called FridgeFriend+.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul10 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAIN10 months ago in Fiction
"The Clock That Whispered Wishes"
The Story Begins... In a quiet village where nothing unusual ever happened, there stood an old clock shop at the end of Moon shadow Lane. No one remembered when it opened, or who owned it, but everyone knew one rule: Never ask the clock for a wish unless your heart truly means it.
By Ayesha Maryam10 months ago in Fiction
The Star of Winter Hollow
In the snow-blanketed village of Winter Hollow, nestled deep within a forest of evergreen trees, Christmas had always been more than a holiday—it was a season of magic. Each year, a great glowing star would appear in the sky on Christmas Eve, said to be the spirit of the season watching over the town.
By Mir Ahmad Khan10 months ago in Fiction
A scary ghost story P [1]
To get to my house, I have to cross this alley now. I can hear the sound of insects chirping. It's a creepy feeling. I've never been afraid of ghosts. Many times, I've come through this alley at around 2/3 in the morning and bought cigarettes from the street corner shop.
By Arfan Raihen10 months ago in Fiction
Across Cultures, Between Hearts
"Across Cultures, Between Hearts" A Love Story of Boundaries Broken and Hearts United In the heart of San Francisco, where fog rolled in like whispered secrets and streetcars rattled through time, Mr. Shah Khan lived a life of quiet purpose. Originally from Lahore, Pakistan, Shah was a literature professor at a small liberal arts college, known for his passion for Rumi, Baldwin, and his afternoon chai, which he made himself in a copper pot passed down from his grandmother.
By Shah saab IT10 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Jasmine Sky
In the quiet town of Gulshanpur, where the air smelled of jasmine and evening tea, lived Mr. Shahdal — a young teacher with gentle eyes, a poetic soul, and a smile that carried the warmth of a summer afternoon. After years of studying literature abroad, he had returned to his hometown not just with knowledge, but with a heart full of dreams and memories that hadn’t faded.
By Shah saab IT10 months ago in Fiction
2016 CAVALIERS. Top Story - April 2025.
He remembered when she gave him that box, wrapped with a little gold bow. He may not have had the best grades, that was always her, always, but it didn’t take a genius to see how excited she was. Looking back, it was crazy how young they both were, yet seemed like yesterday.
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Fiction
