Literaryfiction Stories

About My Short Stories This is an ongoing collection of short stories-each one inspired by the people who've left a mark on my life. Family, friends, coworkers, and even passing acquaintances all have their own stories, and here you'll find them captured in snapshots. Some are funny, some bittersweet, some unforgettable-but all of them are real moments seen through my eyes. A celebration of the characters we meet along the way, and the ways they shape who we become.

Set in near-future Seoul, The Algorithm of Spring is a chilling literary novel about intimacy, conformity, and the quiet violence of optimisation. Maya Kim is an artist who has learned to live slightly out of sync with the world around her. When a ubiquitous new platform-designed to optimise love, careers, and social belonging-begins to shape everything from dating and beauty to marriage and reproduction, refusal is no longer a neutral act. It is a red flag. As friends, family, and institutions align themselves with the system, Maya finds that absence itself has become suspicious. Opportunities stall. Histories are rewritten. Even her most private choices begin to register as data anomalies in need of correction. The Algorithm of Spring explores a society where care is indistinguishable from control, and where opting out is reclassified as instability, inefficiency, or risk. Elegant, unsettling, and fiercely intelligent, this is a novel about what happens when freedom survives only as a rounding error.

He didn't go missing. He stepped away. When Rohan disappears from an elite boarding school in the hills, the institution closes ranks. No questions. No blame. No story. But Siya can't accept the silence-especially when fragments of Rohan's thoughts begin surfacing in the wrong places. As pressure tightens and memories blur into longing, Siya is forced to confront a terrifying truth: some disappearances are deliberate-and loving someone doesn't mean being protected from their choices. The Quiet Vanishing is a slow-burn literary mystery about power, absence, and a love that leaves questions instead of answers.

She learned how to save lives during the war. She learned how dangerous mercy could be when the war ended. Batavia, 1942. Amara Wiratama is a civilian medic running a small clinic behind a market street during the final years of Japanese occupation. She treats anyone who arrives wounded, hungry, or collapsing, refusing to ask which side they belong to. In a city ruled by fear, her work becomes a quiet act of defiance. Captain Kenji Takahashi is an enemy officer trained to obey, yet increasingly unable to ignore the cost of that obedience. When their paths cross, there is no confession, no promises, no safe space for love. Only proximity, shared exhaustion, and the weight of choices that cannot be undone. As Japan's power collapses and revolution rises, violence changes shape. Justice becomes unstable. Mercy becomes a crime. Amara must decide whether survival means leaving, resisting, or staying to witness what history demands. The Wound We Kept is a historical war romance told with restraint and silence. There is no comfort here. No easy redemption. Only what remains when love is seen clearly, and still cannot be saved.

Some houses shelter you. Others teach you how to disappear. In Part One: Then, Paris is a teenager navigating high school, first love, and loyalty to a family that is quietly unraveling. Inside a house ruled by control and unspoken fear, she learns how to stay alert, how to endure, and how to look steady even when nothing feels safe. What happens there will change her forever. In Part Two: Now, Paris is older-and no longer willing to let the past speak for her. With clarity and distance, she revisits the memories she once survived without understanding. She examines what silence protected, what it cost, and what it took to finally unlearn it. This is not a story about waiting to be saved. It is a story about what happens after survival-about memory, agency, and reclaiming the voice that was once forced underground. The House That Taught Me Silence is a powerful, emotionally layered novel about growing up inside harm, stepping beyond it, and choosing where the story lives next.

In the silence of the Haworth parsonage, Emily cannot write. Her inkwell is dry. Her gentleman will not come alive. So she dreams. And on the moors, a figure emerges. Heathcliff. But creation has costs. When Emily imagines a woman fierce enough to match him, she loses them both to each other. Night after night, she tries to unmake what she made. Night after night, Catherine will not dissolve. What remains when your characters outgrow you? This is my entry for The Wattpad "WutheringHeights" Movie Reimagined Contest. It is under 3000 words, rated for readers of all ages.

Light did not avoid him anymore. For a year, Harry lived in the margins of his own life. A former athlete whose world once moved at the speed of a heartbeat, he now finds himself anchored to a worn wooden chair on a shaded veranda. He has mastered the art of stillness, letting the scent of coffee and the routine of a quiet bar define his existence. But healing doesn't ask for permission. It arrives in the form of unfamiliar sprouts in a neglected garden, the persistent questions of a neighbor's child, and a cardboard box of art supplies that refuses to stay closed. Sun Flower is a slow-burn meditation on the weight of silence, the courage to stand in the sunlight, and the quiet, messy process of opening up to the world again.

A man who feels like fate. A love that sounds like care. A story never questioned. This is not a romance. It's the moment before a woman disappears into one. This is my entry for the „Wuthering Heights" Reimagined Contest. Gentle readers welcome - honest critique even more. If something here feels familiar, that's not an accident ;)

I did not write this book to reveal everything, but to confess what is never said. Some secrets are not hidden out of fear, but out of respect for their weight. This is the story of a girl who did not collect her secrets all at once, but let them grow with time, one secret after another, until they became too heavy to forget and too quiet to cry over. This book is not about me, yet it feels more like me than I expected. If you read it, read slowly... secrets do not like haste.

A short story about memory, identity, and finding home after loss.

His heart is completed through three lifetimes. He was once a Camel, carrying weight that wasn't his. Then a Lion, powerful yet painfully imperfect. And finally... a Child, learning the courage to soften again. Each life left its own scars- buried anger, unexpected betrayals, quiet forgiveness, and fragile hope. But every path led him toward a single lesson: "We heal when a heart meets another heart." Now, as a dentist in the human world, he meets fear-stricken patients, broken smiles, trembling hands, and eyes that hide stories deeper than pain. And for the first time, he understands what his three lives were teaching him: Compassion is a form of power. Kindness is a kind of wisdom. And healing... is a shared act. This novel reads like a fairy tale in warmth, a poem in clarity, and a philosophy in depth. Once you begin, you'll feel it- this isn't just a story. It's a quiet act of healing.

Everyone believes choice is free. He knows better. Raised in silence, he learns early that survival depends on observation, patience, and the ability to disappear in plain sight. What begins as harmless adjustment slowly becomes something colder-something calculated. In a world where no one notices small changes, influence grows quietly. No force. No demands. Just timing, control, and the comfort of masks. This is not a story about violence. It is a story about how people decide for themselves-and who benefits when they do. Welcome to The Costume Masquerade.

"Can someone inherit a sin that isn't theirs?" In the sterile silence of a Lebensborn house, a boy is born from a corrupted promise. To the Reich, he was a drop of pure blood. To the world that survived, he is a living stain of a war that refuses to end. Mattie grew up under a gray Norwegian sky, branded by a sin he never committed. In an orphanage that smells of ash and resentment, his blue eyes are not seen as a gift, but as a seal of betrayal. He is the child of a vanished shadow, a Germany officer he never knew and a girl whose honor was traded for a gilded cage. "Look at his eyes. Too blue," the survivors whispered, as if that color were a seal of betrayal he must carry alone. First title: Mattie God's gift of Lebensborn Second title: Tyskerbarn In the land of snow ___________________________________________ Update: Every Thursday and Sunday

In 19th Century Berlin, Victor Harmann is a talented but unsuccesful artist, desperate for inspiration that he cannot manage to find. Drunk, and about to get kicked out of his small apartment, he stumbles upon a mysterious, elusive woman who seems to haunt his every thought. As Victor embarks a journey of self-discovery, passion and even obsession, he becomes a recognised painter. But Eveline isn't at all who he imagined. *All rights reserved*

In a world where gold feeds an empire, a village survives on hope-and the quiet courage of one man who refuses to let it be taken.

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with silence. In a quiet school classroom, where rain taps softly against the windows, Rihaan sits by himself observant, guarded, and more comfortable with sketches than words. He notices details others miss, speaks only when necessary, and carries a pain he never explains. Priya arrives without noise, but with curiosity. She doesn't try to fix Rihaan or force him to open up. She simply notices the empty seat, the unfinished drawings, the silences that feel heavier than words. Slowly, without meaning to, she begins to care. We Never Said It First is a slow-burn story about first attachment the kind that grows quietly, before anyone dares to name it. It's about: missing someone without calling it love understanding before confession pain that enters softly, without explanation and connections built through shared silence rather than spoken promise There are no dramatic declarations here. Only rain, empty benches, unfinished sketches, and feelings that arrive long before words do. This story is for those who believe that love doesn't always begin with happiness sometimes, it begins with concern... and the things we never said first.

Unlived is a psychological, dark story about a man who chose safety over dreams-and paid the price for it. Shahin Islam lives an ordinary life in Dhaka, trapped in a routine that slowly drains him. As the weight of regret grows heavier, he is forced to face a painful truth: sometimes, the greatest failure is never trying at all. hope you guys like it :)

A single connection. And one choice that bends time just enough to ruin them both. Was it meant to be, or did time take the revenge. Was it foolish, or was it to protect own self?

In a small bookshop nestled in the heart of London, Victor Hale uncovers a mysterious letter hidden in a first edition of Frankenstein. The letter, signed with the cryptic initials E.P., leads him to an uncharted path-a forgotten love story, a centuries-old riddle, and a mysterious woman named Leonora Parodi. The trail pulls Victor from London to the sunlit streets of Genoa, where his past, present, and future converge in a tale of lost connections and unfinished stories. As the boundaries between the present and the past begin to blur, Victor and Emma Parodi, Leonora's great-niece, must unravel a puzzle that might change their lives-and their hearts-forever.

I died at twenty. Ten years later, someone said my name like it hurt. This is not a love story. It's a story about memory, guilt, and what happens when the dead are not ready to let go.