Children's Fiction

The Silence That Interrupted Noise
Mid-chaos, silence appeared—not loud, but undeniable. Everything paused to notice it.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Mountain Path That Softened
As climbers released control, stones rounded, slopes eased. Effort decreased with acceptance.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Bell That Rang Only Once
The bell rang during a single instant of collective honesty. It never rang again. No one tried to recreate it. The moment was enough.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Secularism is a Misguided Path
When the call is raised that religion should be kept separate from worldly life—like Hinduism or Judaism—the first question a Muslim must ask is: should Islam also be limited to personal worship and spiritual matters only? Or does it have a comprehensive system for life?
By meerjanan2 months ago in Chapters
A Necessary Absence
Dark Memoirs - Index It feels like the right time to talk about the one who got away. That lover from high school you thought you’d grow old with, the white-picket-fence life already imagined. A fumbled fuck behind the bike shed, bright-eyed and convinced it would become the romance of the century. Romeo and Juliet, without the feuding families or the suicide.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
The Legend of Santa Claus
Santa Claus, the jolly figure known for spreading joy during Christmas, is one of the most enduring and beloved legends in the world. His story has evolved over centuries, blending history, folklore, and modern culture into a figure that embodies generosity and the spirit of giving. Here’s a look at the origins and evolution of this iconic character.
By Gus Woltmann2 months ago in Chapters
What if nanotechnology granted humans instant regeneration and eternal youth?
The Nanite Spark The air in the Seoul BioForge lab tasted of antiseptic chill and faint metallic ozone from the cleanroom vents. Dr. Ji-Yeon Park stood before the isolation chamber, white suit crinkling with every breath, visor fogging slightly despite the climate control. On the other side of the glass, the volunteer—a middle-aged man with liver cirrhosis—lay motionless under soft blue lights, IV lines threading into his veins like silver vines.
By crypto | Science2 months ago in Chapters
Salt-Stained Ghosts
Leo existed in a quiet hum, a low-level buzz of dissatisfaction that had become his default. Mornings melted into afternoons, afternoons into indistinguishable evenings, each day a new tile in a mosaic of grey. He worked a job that paid the rent, ate food that filled him, slept enough to get by. Nothing hurt, exactly, but nothing sang either. It was a dull ache, a pressure behind the eyes, the feeling of a story unwritten, a life unlived. He often wondered if this was all there was, this flat, even road, stretching out with no discernible end.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
What’s Open on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day? The Complete Guide Everyone Is Searching For**
s New Year’s Eve approaches, one question dominates online searches year after year: what places are actually open during the holiday? People want to celebrate, go out, eat well, shop, travel, or simply relax without running into closed doors or unexpected schedules. From families planning dinners to tourists visiting a new city, curiosity about open places on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day continues to grow. This guide answers the most common questions people ask and helps you plan the perfect start to the new year.
By America today 2 months ago in Chapters
The Backward Hour
The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed in on your eardrums, made the hum of the refrigerator sound like a jet engine. Arthur sat in the worn armchair, a lukewarm beer can sweating in his hand, eyes fixed on the grandfather clock in the hall. He’d barely glanced at the old relic in years, just a towering shadow in the corner, always there, always marking time like a steady, indifferent heartbeat. But tonight, something was off. The ornate hands, usually a blur on his peripheral vision, seemed to jerk. A stutter. Not forward. Backwards. He blinked. Once, twice. The minute hand, thick and dark, slid from the six to the five. Then to the four. He watched, breath caught somewhere in his throat, as the second hand swept, not clockwise, but anti-clockwise, a frantic, impossible reverse. He leaned forward, elbow digging into his knee. “What the hell?” he mumbled, the words feeling too loud in the oppressive silence.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
Salt on the Wind
Elias stared at the boxes. Piled high in the corner of his cramped apartment, dusty monuments to a life he barely knew. His grandmother’s things. They’d sat there for three years since the funeral, an unspoken obligation, a weight. He worked his dead-end job, ate instant noodles, scrolled through endless feeds, and the boxes just… watched him. Lately, the watching felt more like a demand. A quiet pressure, something needing release. So, on a Tuesday, when the city outside felt particularly loud and meaningless, he decided to face them.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
St. Kilda in His Bones
Elias Thorne wasn't much for 'living.' He existed. Six days a week, he cataloged the forgotten lives of others in the city archives, his fingers stained with the dust of centuries. His flat, a single room overlooking a grimy alley, held only what was necessary: a cot, a chipped mug, a stack of worn books. He didn't crave adventure, not truly. He just wanted a quiet corner. And then, the St. Kilda Box arrived.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters