Literaryfiction Stories

Viktor wakes up on a lonely road in 1965. He remembers his name, but not how he got there - or why the world around him feels strangely familiar. As he finds shelter in a California commune, he begins to suspect that his arrival was no accident.

**Some letters are meant to be read. Others are meant to be found.** Jo has spent nine days running from a town that knows her name. She writes letters because paper is easier to trust than people. Each one begins with a number-Day One. Day Four. Day Nine-and each one tells a slightly different version of what happened. Before she ran, there was Lane. Her best friend. Her sister in everything but blood. The girl who knew every secret worth keeping. And there was Cole. A boy who hurt someone Jo loved, and a plan that began with nothing more than a few questions and a little curiosity. It was supposed to be simple. Find the truth. Make him pay. Go home. But plans have a way of becoming something else once people start making choices of their own. Now Jo is somewhere in the middle of nowhere, writing to a girl who may never read her letters. And the farther she gets from home, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between what happened- and what she needs to believe happened.

Asuhira never expected an ordinary school day to become something she'd remember for years. Quiet and observant, Asuhira has always found comfort in things that make sense. Books. Drawings. Familiar hallways. Her family. Her faith. The small routines that make life feel steady. Then there is Altar. A warm, artistic church server whose world seems completely different from hers. Their first encounter is nothing remarkable. A quiet hallway. A piece of artwork. A conversation neither of them knows will matter later. But some people don't enter your life all at once. They arrive in fragments. A conversation that stays longer than it should. A familiar face in an unexpected place. A drawing that begins to mean something else. A presence you start looking for before you realize you're looking. And somewhere between all those ordinary moments, Asuhira and Altar become important to each other. They eventually admit what they've been trying not to name. But knowing you are cared for doesn't make the future any easier. Because faith still matters. Family still matters. The lives they've built outside each other still matter. And sometimes, caring for someone means learning that feelings cannot answer every question. As their story continues, the fragments they've collected begin to form something neither of them expected. Something beautiful. Something fragile. Something they may not get to keep in the way they imagined. Because years from now, Asuhira will remember one particular moment and realize that she had been standing inside a memory before she even knew it was one. And when that moment comes, she will understand why some things are called fragments. Not because they were never whole. But because they were once something you thought would last.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

Riverside, California, 1988. The Zárates own a boxing gym that used to be an orange packing house, and they live in the house behind it. The Nakamuras moved in a year ago, three blocks away, into a house where things start on time. Teresa is eight. She has two jobs and her own way of counting everything. Taro is nine and he is good at waiting. They meet on a Saturday, at a tournament, over a tab stuck to the wrong belt. Prequel to What Fire Builds. A new chapter every week. It ends on the first page of The Blaze, the first volume, out now at teresaandtaro.com. Spanish version: Dos adentro, cuatro afuera.

Emma Price is found dead in the shallow waters of Millbrook Creek. There are no wounds. No signs of struggle. Only a smile. As Detective Ray Pell investigates the impossible death, a grieving best friend, a brilliant thirteen-year-old obsessed with strange phenomena, and powerful people hiding an old geological secret begin uncovering something buried beneath the abandoned Hartwell Quarry. Whatever waits below has been watching the town for years. And now... it has started watching them. A slow-burn literary supernatural mystery where grief, guilt, and cosmic horror collide.

An anthology of ten short stories-ten shades of love. ☕❤️ From quiet sacrifices and unexpected reunions to laughter, loss, courage, and second chances, each story offers a different glimpse of what love can mean. A collection of heartfelt moments, woven together with warmth, wonder, and a little magic-one story at a time. ☕ 💗

Laurence Cooper, a young Oxford student, is obsessed with William Shakespeare and his favourite play, Hamlet. When a research trip to Wittenberg for his thesis gives him access to an old university archive, he discovers a forgotten text that could challenge everything he thought he knew about the most famous tragedy in literature. His search will take him from Germany to Denmark, where he meets Nikolaj, a Danish boy whose impulsive and unpredictable nature is unlike anything Laurence is used to.

A YEAR OF FRIENDSHIP WORTH MORE THAN DECADE

I'm thirty-four, I teach psychology at the university, and the first time I walked down into that courtyard I took my own pulse. The place is called BPTFY. It isn't a club and it isn't a neighbourhood: it's a courtyard with a beer van and a step, and whoever gets up on the step is talking. No stage, no start time, nobody who says we're on. You just end up there. I spent four years studying ritualised aggression in urban settings. I published three papers. I knew everything about that courtyard before I'd ever seen it. Then I got up on the step myself, and found out that knowing how a thing works gives you no right whatsoever to do it. Six rounds. One for every time I thought I'd won. There's an old man on an upturned crate who gets every date wrong and is never wrong. There's someone who isn't good and the courtyard follows him anyway. There's someone who says false things and is right. There's a woman who lays the table for two on Sundays and should never have ended up in anybody's song. And there's a nineteen-year-old who learned to do the damage I did, but better, and with a chorus. A story about rap, envy, and what it costs to always be right. Set in a courtyard on the edge of an Italian city, where everybody is chasing something that was born seven thousand kilometres away. ⚡ Complete. Six rounds, two interludes, an ending already written - this one gets finished. Originally written in Italian. This is the author's own English version.

My Soul Dances the Blues No one knows exactly when enitnatsnoC oãoJ began walking backwards. Some say it was the day he buried his own name; others believe he was born that way, doomed to see the world through the reflection of its ruins. This is the story of a man who collects rust instead of memories, smokes to converse with ghosts, and turns every defeat into a song no one ever dared to write. Through cities where the rain smells of nicotine, forgotten bars, and abandoned railway stations, he follows a long road between love, guilt, solitude, and the slow decay of hope. Each chapter follows a track from the album My Soul Dances the Blues, revealing another fragment of his soul. There are no heroes, no happy endings, and no promises of redemption. There is only the blues-the only language capable of translating the weight of remaining alive when everything else has already gone. Because some people do not dance to celebrate. They dance to stop their souls from sinking into silence. And when the final note fades away, you may discover that enitnatsnoC oãoJ was never merely a man. Perhaps he is the part of all of us that keeps walking long after the heart has forgotten how to believe.

By the time Trista Erwood realised the peace she had been searching for was never going to be found at the bottom of a bottle, she was already old. This final session will be her memoir. A goodbye to the last of her old things. This will be cautionary tale about monsters, and how they are not born, but made, piece by wretched piece. But what are monsters, if not human? And what is more inherent to human nature than the desire to be heard? That is why she can never regret Elijah Keane, his glass heart and slaughterhouse eyes, and everything he became. For all his radiance, his wit, his kindness, and later, his cruelty, one thing must be remembered: he tried. So, if nothing else, pity him. Understand why she allowed him the greatest mercy of them all. Forgetting.

Some places are not meant to be found. Others refuse to stay lost. When cartographer Elias Morrow is called to an uncharted region of the Atlantic, he expects flawed data, human error, and the usual map distortions-not resistance. The island does not behave like land. The closer it is defined, the more it shifts. The more it is understood, the less it exists. As a missing survey team's final logs grow stranger and more certain, Elias is drawn into a place that rejects precision, punishes certainty, and rewrites those who try to impose order on it. What begins as a recovery mission quickly becomes something more dangerous. It becomes a confrontation with the limits of perception, control, and identity itself. Because this island doesn't just defy mapping- It changes the people who try. And the most dangerous moment... Is when you think you finally understand it.

Camille believed her marriage was rooted in trust and love, but everything shifted the day Dean asked to open their relationship. His request was less a discussion and more an abrupt announcement, leaving Camille's sense of security fractured. Struggling between heartbreak and the instinct to salvage what remained, Camille reluctantly agrees. Beneath her composed surface, sadness lingers-a quiet ache that Dean seems oblivious to as he pursues new connections, assuming her loyalty is unwavering. Meanwhile, Camille starts rediscovering herself: she writes again, listens to her own long-ignored needs, and finds unexpected solace in the company of Elijah Grant, a widowed architect whose kindness and wisdom offer her a space to simply exist. Their bond grows slowly, marked by gentle understanding rather than drama. As Camille reclaims her voice and sense of self, she stops seeking answers from Dean and instead begins to craft a future centered on honesty and emotional peace. From a distance, Dean observes as Camille transforms, no longer seeking his approval but radiating newfound strength. When he attempts reconciliation, Camille is neither angry nor waiting; she has moved beyond the version of herself who depended on his validation. This is not a narrative of vengeance but one of letting go. It tells of a woman discovering her own worth and learning that she never needed to be chosen-she only needed to choose herself. A subtle exploration of heartbreak and reinvention, this story traces Camille's journey through betrayal toward self-acceptance and freedom.

The Scribe of the Empty Room is a novel rendered from Yusuf Ataa's original poem, "My Unknown Love." Thank you for stepping into this journey-may you find clarity and resonance in these pages.

Three days after the funeral, he returns to a house he hasn't entered in twenty years. Nothing seems to have changed. Except him. Some places never change because they are waiting for someone who has changed too much to come back.

There was a time when falling in love felt so simple. Karlee's first love begins somewhere between childhood and growing up, where the smallest and simplest things could make her heart race for the rest of the day. But, she doesn't know much about love yet. She only knows the excitement, the courage it takes to confess, the confusing feelings that she is still too young to understand, and the quiet happiness of having someone slowly become special to her. Set in the Philippines during the 2010s, Almost Never is a nostalgic coming-of-age story about first love, friendship, adolescence, and ordinary moments that one would definitely miss in their adulthood. When you're young, everything feels like it will last forever. And sometimes, growing up makes you realize just how special those simple moments really were.

Where The Sand Meets the Rain Some goodbyes grow into gardens. What happens when a stranger says your name like it's a door, not a boundary? It begins with messages. A name. A little curiosity that should have been harmless. Then come the silences. The unread messages. The things left unsaid. The strange ache of missing someone who was never quite yours to lose. Through digital echoes, quiet letters, fleeting connections, and conversations that linger long after they end, a woman begins to discover something she wasn't looking for: Sometimes, another person enters your life not to stay-but to reveal the parts of yourself you've forgotten. This is a story about connection, absence, becoming, and the slow return to yourself. And somewhere between the sand and the rain, a goodbye begins to grow into something neither of them expected. *With lyrical prose, soulful reflections, and a little help from Sly, the Fox.*

Different lives. Same ocean. Under Water is a powerful story about five young Nigerians trying to survive in a society where dreams are not always enough. Mason graduated with a first-class degree but finds himself struggling to build a life with the skills he learned outside the classroom. Claire, born into wealth and privilege, discovers that money cannot protect her from guilt, grief, or the consequences of her choices. Addison sacrifices her own dreams to keep her family afloat, until she begins to question how much of herself she can afford to lose. Thomas turns to social media in search of success, only to discover how quickly the world can take it away. And Christopher, born into wealth but determined to live life on his own terms, chooses freedom even when it comes at a painful price. Their lives are different, but their struggles are connected by one thing: a society that asks young people to keep swimming while constantly pulling them under. Under Water explores poverty, privilege, family, grief, ambition, unemployment, societal pressure, sacrifice, freedom, and the unequal opportunities that shape our lives. Because sometimes, drowning doesn't mean you are in water. Sometimes, you are simply trying to survive.

The Thresholds of Time | Official Extended Preview An old building. A forgotten legacy. A name that was never meant to remain hidden. When preservation architect Analicia Romero Ferrer arrives in a quiet village in Catalonia to restore an abandoned home, she expects to confront nothing more than the passage of time. Instead, she discovers that every wall, every object, and every room holds fragments of a story that refuses to remain buried. Alongside historian Gilberto Escalante Obregón, Analicia begins uncovering a past where love, memory, and inherited silence intertwine with a family mystery that has remained hidden for generations. Set between the cultural richness of Barcelona and the quiet beauty of a Catalan village, The Thresholds of Time is a literary romance that explores how places remember, how ordinary objects preserve extraordinary stories, and how a single truth can alter the course of many lives. This is the official extended preview of the published novel. It includes approximately the first 25-30% of the story and concludes at a pivotal turning point, leaving readers on the threshold of a revelation that changes everything they thought they knew.