Mystery
When the Road Learned My Name. AI-Generated.
The road had always been louder than the village. It hummed beneath tires, carried dust into the air, and promised elsewhere with every passing vehicle. For years, Sameer believed that sound meant progress. That motion meant meaning. Standing still felt like being forgotten.
By Mehwish Jabeen2 months ago in Fiction
Bloodless Tomorrow
The world did not end when the virus turned humanity into vampires, it changed, adapted, hardened, the transformation happened slowly at first, a mutation triggered by synthetic blood substitutes created to end famine, the irony was cruel, the cure for hunger became the curse of immortality, millions transformed into nocturnal beings who no longer aged, no longer slept, and could no longer survive without blood, governments collapsed, cities were sealed, and science replaced religion as the last hope, and in the underground districts of what used to be Europe, a small group of vampires clung to a rumor whispered through encrypted networks and black-market data streams, a cure existed, not a myth, not faith, but a real scientific solution hidden beneath the ruins of an abandoned research complex, buried under kilometers of reinforced earth, accessible only through a single tunnel that no one who entered had ever returned from, and yet they decided to go, because immortality without choice was just another kind of death.
By Diab the story maker 2 months ago in Fiction
He Hurt Her. I Ended Him
She learned early how to hide bruises, how to smile with her eyes while her body ached, how to apologize for things she never did, her fiancé was admired in public, polite, charming, the kind of man mothers trusted and friends defended, but behind closed doors he turned love into control and silence into punishment, his hands never left marks where people could see at first, and when they did, he called them accidents, called her clumsy, called her dramatic, and she believed him longer than she should have because fear has a way of convincing you that survival is love, the night she finally left the apartment in a torn dress and shaking hands, she didn’t leave to escape him forever, she left to breathe for one evening, just one, she went to a classical concert downtown because it was dark and crowded and loud enough to drown her thoughts, she sat in the back row hoping no one would notice her, unaware that someone very powerful already had.
By Diab the story maker 2 months ago in Fiction
I Read My Wife’s Last Text—Three Years After Her Death
In life, there are times that divide time into two distinct periods: before and after. It is a division that is not soft and subtle, or even softly insistent. It simply is. In my story, one such time occurred three years after my wife’s passing when, one quiet evening like so many others, almost nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be about to happen. There would be no compelling sky, and there would be no meaningful calendar notation marking this event as one of specific import. It would simply be me, and my couch, and my phone—a phone I could so easily not answer.
By iftikhar Ahmad2 months ago in Fiction
The Unwanted Package:. AI-Generated.
The package arrived on a Tuesday—a day so painfully ordinary that it felt scripted. It sat motionless on my porch, wrapped in thick brown paper and bound with a coarse twine that looked as if it belonged to a different century. There was no return address, no courier stamp, and no postage marking. There was only my name, Elias Thorne, written in a cramped, shaky hand that felt hauntingly familiar.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Evergreen
The snow fell in soft, silent waves as the Cooper family’s SUV wound its way up the mountain road. The destination: a remote cabin surrounded by a pristine evergreen forest. Jeff Cooper had booked the cabin for his wife, Diane, and their two kids, Emily and Sam, hoping to rekindle the family’s bond after a difficult year.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Frostbite
The forecast had predicted light flurries, nothing unusual for the quiet mountain town where the Bell family lived. But by nightfall, the snowstorm had turned ferocious, battering the windows with icy gusts and blanketing the world outside in a suffocating white void.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
