Fable
The Salute That Never Came
The rain had just begun when Daniel stepped off the plane. British soil stretched beneath his shoes, heavy with memories he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. For weeks he had told himself this trip was about peace—about repairing broken bridges, about quiet talks behind closed doors. He had imagined a nod of recognition, maybe even a warm handshake, the kind of gestures that once came so easily.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
"It's so hot..." Ammy croaked, sprawled across the freshly polished wooden floor. A fan wheezed in the corner, rotating back and forth every few minutes, pushing nothing but dry, dusty air around the room. Usually the fan helped her survive the long summer days, but today it was useless.
By Parsley Rose 7 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Never Left
Elena typed the words three times before erasing them. The first draft was too blunt. We’re done. Don’t call me again. The second too sentimental. I’ll always care for you, but this isn’t working. The third hovered somewhere in the middle, but still her thumb trembled above the glowing blue arrow on the screen.
By Timothy A Rowland7 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Meeting
The city outside never noticed. Just two dark vehicles passing through the iron gates of Clarence House on a gray September evening. To most, it looked like nothing more than protocol. But to those who knew the story, it was extraordinary. A father and son, once inseparable, now strangers in everything but blood, finally sitting down in the same room after more than a year apart.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
Ghosted. Top Story - September 2025.
Tired from a long workday and late dinner with her teenage twins, Laura checked her Facebook account before bed. She was terrified that she almost forgot to wish her high school friend a happy birthday. Laura herself turned 45 several months earlier and was pleased to get all the FB Birthday wishes from so many people! She always tried to do the same for her friends. Thank God for Facebook reminders!
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Fiction
To the bitter end
And, with that, inexplicably to all but finally to some, the star closest to Earth began to fuel itself, going forth the way a vehicle pumps out the last of its gasoline before dying completely. And in doing so the star began to swell; slowly at first, so much so the few who witnessed this beginning deemed it an optical illusion. But they were as wrong as this day was short. It kept growing, as if consuming the sky itself with its orange glow, small canyons of blazing red now becoming visible to the burning naked eye. People ran inside but it was no use; they knew this, of course, but it just seemed better to do something when the Sun is about to devour you. Finally the forests and cities of the world began melting and lighting all at once, sealing the doom not just of civilization but of all sentient life within it…
By J.C. Traverse7 months ago in Fiction
The Prince of Secrets and the King of Silence
Rain tapped gently against the windows of the grand house, a soft rhythm that echoed through empty corridors. Inside, the atmosphere was tense yet carefully polished—polished silver teapots, polished marble floors, polished smiles that masked years of strain.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Tea: A Father, A Son, and the Shadows Between
The evening air in London was heavy with drizzle, the kind that blurred car windows and softened the glow of streetlamps. At Clarence House, the gates creaked open to welcome two blacked-out vehicles. First came the monarch, frail but resolute, and moments later another—his estranged son, returning alone after nearly two years of absence. No trumpets, no cameras, only the quiet shuffle of footsteps across polished stone.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
