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The True Story of Byron Baker Wolf
Let me start by saying that my name is Byron Baker Wolf. It’s not Big Bad. I hate that nickname. Look at me—do I look that big or bad to you? Think about it. I’m the smallest in my whole pack and the kindest wolf in the entire forest. Big. Bad. It doesn’t even fit me.
By David E. Perry5 months ago in Fiction
Ada
Our humble homestead was much like the others in our town — bricks and mortar, hard work and sweat, the fruits of diligent labour and precise planning.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
The Night I Realized Love Wasn’t Meant To Save Me
I used to believe love was supposed to be the thing that rescued us. The thing that filled every empty space inside a person. The thing that fixed the parts of life that felt broken. I believed that love was the answer to loneliness, to fear, to the type of quiet sadness that sits in your chest like permanent weight.
By Umar Farooq5 months ago in Fiction
“Umrao Jaan Ada: The Woman Who Turned Pain into Poetry”
Some stories don’t fade with time — they breathe through generations. Among the timeless voices of Urdu literature stands one unforgettable woman: Umrao Jaan Ada.
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
Laid To Rest. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
His blood pulsed in his ears. The treasure of a lifetime might have been right before him, right beyond this final barrier. In a vain attempt to steady his sweaty, shaking palms, he wiped them against his field khakis before making the tiniest of incisions in the door’s upper-left-hand corner with his small hand-drill. It was warm, so very warm, and things were so very delicate, more than he ever imagined possible. With a small match, he tested the incision for noxious gases before peering through the peephole.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusuki5 months ago in Fiction
The Market of Beauty — A Woman, A Society, and an Unforgiving Truth
In every era, literature has held up a mirror to its time. Some stories don’t simply entertain; they expose the soul of a society. Among them stands “Bazaar-e-Husn” (The Market of Beauty), a masterpiece by Munshi Premchand — one of the greatest voices in Urdu and Hindi literature.
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Thoughts
They say writers hear voices in their heads. But what if one of those voices starts hearing you? My name is Arham. I’ve been a writer for nine years — crime novels, mostly.
By Naimat ullah5 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura Series: Portraits in Motion
When Brazilian actor Wagner Moura steps into a role, something unusual happens. You don’t just watch him act—you feel him occupy a space completely. His body becomes part of the storytelling: a flicker of movement, a quiet gesture, the rhythm of his breathing. Everything about him speaks.
By Stanislav Kondrashov5 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (5). Content Warning.
Chapter 5: Hostages on a Train I walked into the police station and immediately heard the yelling. “Do you know where I had to sleep last night?” Emily shouted.
By Alex H Mittelman 5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Changed Everything
I never believed in love at first sight—at least, not until that day at the café. He was tucked away in the corner, headphones on, completely lost in whatever he was watching. I only noticed him because he laughed—a soft, genuine laugh that somehow filled the whole room. Something in me stirred, quiet but undeniable.
By Callista Ava5 months ago in Fiction
Blood Roses & Broken Vows. AI-Generated.
Aisha worked at a little flower shop near the docks. Her world was simple — petals, perfume, and prayers. She believed every wound healed with time, every heart rebuilt with love.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction