Mystery
Is Saad Punjwani About to Get Married? A Mysterious Instagram Post Sparks Curiosity
A single Instagram post is sometimes enough to start a wave of curiosity online — and that is exactly what happened when Pakistani technology entrepreneur Saad Punjwani suddenly appeared on Instagram after years of silence.
By Jon B. Carroll7 days ago in Fiction
The City That Sleeps for One Hour
Nerath was a city of contradictions. A jewel in the desert, its towers gleamed like glass spears piercing the sky, its streets pulsed with neon veins, and its people thrived in a rhythm of commerce and culture. Yet beneath its brilliance lay a rule whispered from cradle to grave:
By Salman Writes7 days ago in Fiction
The Mountain That Echoed the Future
High in the northern mountains stood a place locals called The Listening Peak. It wasn’t famous. There were no tourist signs or maps marking its location. Only the villagers who lived in the valley below spoke about it, and even they rarely went near it.
By Salman Writes7 days ago in Fiction
The Cracks in the Stone: What the Myth Refused to Record
The myth-makers like to say that when Amaterasu Omikami entered the cave, the world simply went dark. They use the word "dark" as if it were a clean, binary switch—the absence of a lamp, a blanket thrown over a birdcage. They tell you that the gods gathered by the river to laugh her back out, as if a divine party could cure a cosmic trauma.
By Takashi Nagaya8 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam8 days ago in Fiction
I Heard Someone Breathing While I Slept Alone
The Night Everything Changed I woke up at 3:12 AM, a time I’ve always associated with nightmares and the “witching hour.” At first, I thought it was just the wind brushing against the window blinds. But then I heard it—a slow, deliberate breathing coming from the darkness beside my bed.
By The Glitch Archive8 days ago in Fiction
