Tags : non-fiction

Jammed

Jammed

A Story by Misty N. Whemsly


It was as if someone had opened the floodgates; thick mud rolled into the clockwork chamber, seeping into every nook and cranny. Wheels started to slo..
"It Was Just Here!"

"It Was Just Here!"

A Story by jonnyraxa


A family's mysterious case of missing keys
Soliloquy

Soliloquy

A Story by Minnie


Hands It came in spoonfuls, as if her mind was drip feeding her the details in morsels she could swallow so she wouldn’t choke on the she..
Ortus

Ortus

A Story by StevieT88


A young man wakes up lost, as mystery surrounds his origins.
It’s not easy to make friends isn’t it? Not real ones at least.

It’s not easy to make friends isn’t it? Not re..

A Story by Malavika Pradeep


Did you know that your mid brain, responsible for your actions, sends a letter to the person you meet? I managed to find mine from the sent folder. B..
Are you always curious about things?

Are you always curious about things?

A Story by Malavika Pradeep


Do you find yourself questioning why something is the way it is? And why it couldn’t be different? Congratulations, you are deemed a rebel (a.k...
A cancerian in the libra-ry

A cancerian in the libra-ry

A Story by Malavika Pradeep


Ever been so bored out of your wits even though you have work to do? At least I do something productive with my joblessness. I make stories with book ..
No Prize Catch Today

No Prize Catch Today

A Story by bigfootprint


This will be a fine day for a fishing trip to Franks River -- a nice birthday outing.
The Death of My Brother

The Death of My Brother

A Story by CharlotteSky


Based on a true story. The horrific journey of one of the worst days of my life when I found my brother, who hung himself in my parents basement, on C..
So Many Feelings Go Unsaid

So Many Feelings Go Unsaid

A Story by Diksha


All we need is someone to "Listen" without judging.
Sleeping Over My Anxiety

Sleeping Over My Anxiety

A Story by Diksha


Me trying to pen down my mind and thoughts on anxiety.
to sit in silence for hours

to sit in silence for hours

A Book by Rashi


when I went to dances, there was always a limitation, not spoken of or mentioned but there were just the same. how much more would I miss? life's chan..
to prepare for my journey: intro

to prepare for my journey: intro

A Chapter by Rashi


I wanted to get up close... to prepare for my journey, I always prepare for the worst but I was grateful to discover something new, to discover ma..
Glossy dried blood stains

Glossy dried blood stains

A Poem by Ankita Dwivedi


If we don't have empathy, what will make us human?