Holiday
The Café Where Time Stood Still
The rain was relentless that afternoon, washing the streets in silvery streaks that reflected neon signs and hurried umbrellas. I ducked into a narrow alley, hoping for a shortcut, when I saw it: a small café tucked between two tall buildings, almost as if it had been hiding from the world. Its sign read simply “Café Temps.”
By arsalan ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup Left Behind
It was a Tuesday afternoon when I noticed the cup. It sat on the windowsill of the little café I sometimes escaped to when I needed quiet. The cup wasn’t anything special — chipped white ceramic with a faint blue ring around the rim. It looked as though it had been forgotten, maybe set down by someone who had stepped out for a smoke and never returned. But there it was, catching the soft light that spilled through the glass, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t stop looking at it.
By arsalan ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
Goodbye, Forever Home
Goodbye, Forever Home Joanne lingered in the doorway, her hand resting against the faded wooden frame that had welcomed her countless times. The keys jingled faintly in her palm—small, metallic ghosts of a life about to be surrendered. For thirty years, this house had been her anchor. It had heard her laughter, muffled her sobs, and held the silence of long nights when only the ticking clock kept her company.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger on Willow Street
M Mehran Willow Street had always been the quietest corner of Brookfield. Lined with old oak trees and modest houses, it was the kind of street where neighbors waved at each other from their porches and children played hopscotch until the streetlights came on. Nothing unusual ever happened there—until the stranger arrived.
By Muhammad Mehran7 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
The train station was almost empty, except for a few scattered travelers dragging their suitcases across the cold concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the giant clock above the platform ticked louder than usual, marking each second like a reminder that time was both a gift and a thief.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm That Dreamed
Story In the year 2074, dreaming was no longer a private act. The Somnus Corporation had changed everything with their invention: Dreamfeeds. For a monthly fee, people could subscribe to curated dream experiences. No more restless nights or nightmares—just stories crafted by advanced AI, perfectly tuned to desires, fears, and secret longings. Romance, adventure, peace, even flight—dreams were now entertainment.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Bookstore at the End of Time
Story No one ever found The Last Bookstore at the End of Time on purpose. It never sat on a corner between a bakery and a post office, nor appeared on Google Maps, nor welcomed casual wanderers. The store arrived when it was needed—and only for those standing at the fragile edges of decision.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
Europe’s Scorching Summer
Introduction: A Summer Like No Other Europe is experiencing one of the hottest summers in recent history. From Spain to Germany, and from France to Italy, the continent is battling relentless heatwaves that have disrupted normal life. Temperatures soaring above 40°C are no longer rare — they are becoming the new normal. This article explores how heatwaves are reshaping daily life across Europe, the challenges they bring, and the steps people are taking to adapt.
By Muhammad Ibrahim7 months ago in Fiction
