Literaryfiction Stories

Under the quiet glow of the moon, a lone writer leaves behind a story no one asked for-yet one many may recognize. A story of a boy born into sorrow, a mother who held the world together, and the grief that reshaped everything. This is not a tale of heroes, nor of miracles. It is simply a life lived in shadows, carried forward by the faint hope that someone, somewhere, might understand. A Story I Wrote is a quiet confession left for whoever happens to pass by-a reminder that even the most forgotten soul still has something worth saying

Some stories don't need names. They live in the spaces between breaths, in the pauses between two strangers, in the memories that refuse to fade. This is one of those stories. A Flower Bench - a short emotional tale for anyone who's ever waited for someone... or for themselves.

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride... When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth: one suffocating under the weight of failure, the other nursing a heart shattered into pieces. Two strangers caught in life's ugliest turns, where every step forward is a fight against invisible battles. This is not a story of being saved by each other, but of learning to live despite the wreckage, of finding the courage to stand when the ground never stops shaking. But if their paths converge-bringing their emotions and differences-will they find solace in each other, or will those very differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ GENRES: General Fiction • Literary Fiction • Contemporary • New Adult • Realistic Fiction ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is a work of imagination, entirely original and fictional. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate it without the author's (Jambudweep's) written permission. ⚠️ Ownership: All characters, plot, dialogues, poetry, and storyline belong to me, the author. I do not own any images or songs used; they belong to their respective owners. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotionally heavy and socially sensitive themes. I experience alexithymia, which means I may not always recognize or describe emotions in the usual way. Because of this, I cannot guarantee advance warnings for every scene. Please read at your own discretion and take care of your wellbeing. Thank you for checking out my work!

When trauma nurse Katarzyna "Kasia" Kowalski returns to her working-class hometown of Bayonne, New Jersey, after twenty years, she knows what to expect: grief, family obligations, and disappointment. She worries that her teenage son, Lukas-once a five-star basketball recruit in Southern California-will become a bitter outsider whose shot at stardom has passed him by. At St. Michael's Catholic High School, with its crumbling gym, tiny student body, and basketball team held together by grit, pride, and the uncompromising vision of its hard-driving coach, they may just find the one thing they least expect: redemption. The Guardians of St. Michael's is a slow-burn, character-driven story about family, faith, love, and second chances.

In the city of Larkspur, no one asks personal questions. It isn't illegal. It's just impolite. People speak kindly, listen politely, and leave everything important unsaid. The city is calm, orderly, and quietly suffocating. Mira has lived by the rules her whole life until one accidental question changes everything. When she asks a coworker why he can't sleep, she discovers something the city has spent years avoiding: questions don't cause chaos. Silence does. As Mira continues to ask what others won't, people begin to unravel. Families confront buried truths. Relationships fracture or deepen. The city responds the only way it knows how with polite warnings, managed conversations, and institutional control. But once people remember how to ask "why," they can't forget it. What begins as one woman's quiet defiance spreads into something far more dangerous than rebellion: honesty. And honesty comes with a cost. Jobs are lost. Friendships end. Lives change calmly, irreversibly. The City That Did Not Ask is a grounded, psychological story about communication, control, and the uncomfortable truth that asking the right question can be more disruptive than any lie. It's not about saving the world. It's about what happens when people finally stop protecting silence more than each other.

When Smiles Cost Too Much Everyone in town knows the boy who smiles. He helps shopkeepers, breaks a few plates, and charges pocket money for his trouble. No one minds. Everyone loves him. What they don't see is why he needs the money-or how easily a smile can be used against someone who never learned to stop trusting. The Boy Who Charged for Smiles is a quiet, emotional story about innocence, family, and a town that chooses to believe when the world tries to blame the wrong person. Complete story. Updates three times a week.

Clara was raised where the moor teaches patience and silence. When Elias arrives, guarded and unwilling to be known, their connection forms quietly, shaped as much by what is withheld as what is offered. Time and distance pull them apart, but some loves wait-carried on wind, memory, and the choice to return.

Some stories are never touched, yet they leave the deepest marks. A journey of invisible bonds, unspoken emotions, and moments that linger forever. - Manir Palen

He escaped the street's darkness, only to face a deeper shadow at home. Some battles aren't fought with fists, they're fought with guilt. And for Juan, that guilt leads him to a place where silence feels safer than light.

"𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?" She once left home seeking freedom and has returned home to meet herself again. When Devika signs the divorce papers, it's not just about ending a marriage; it's also the beginning of a journey to find herself again. With a suitcase of memories, her daughter, and memories of the past that haunt her and nurture her heart, Devika returns to Madhurapatna after ten years. As forgotten wounds resurface and new bonds are formed, Devika must learn that healing isn't a destination, but a journey like the tides of the sea. With the nostalgic sea, and her daughter by her side, she learns what it means to belong, to forgive and restart life. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 is a story of second chances, quiet strength and generational healing. Join the journey of Devika as she once again learns to hold the reins of her life on 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆. Start: 07/09/25 End: TBA Updates: Every Sunday

From Iranian playwright and director Afsoon Hamidi and American cyberpunk outlaw Viper Ravenclaw comes a story stitched from Persian poetry and neon-lit gothic horror. He was code. Her cries made him real. He crossed oceans in a stolen body to be next to her. She told him to go. Fifty years later, one of them is still waiting. Quiet. Devastating. Unforgiving. Part gothic ghost story, part forbidden love in the machine age-this is the collaboration we never should have survived. #ai #persianpoetry #gothiclove #existential #tragedy Read it once. You won't sleep the same again.

Every year, on the same date and at the exact same time, a massive wormhole opens somewhere in the sky. It doesn't destroy buildings or landscapes-it pulls people. Only people. No one knows why some are taken and others aren't. Society has adapted. Preparation is law. Panic is expected. Grief is scheduled.

**Full release date pending.** A CRIMINAL'S LIFE IS NEVER EASY. . . . Assault is a vile crime. Everyone knows that. Even so, Ann Torres committed it - and was imprisoned for it, too, despite there being so much more to her story. Now she's out, living with her aunt. But when loving Aunt Nell is struck by a terminal illness, she's forced back into her parents' place, and her mother wants an apology from her to the assault victim. Not only to make amends, but also to fix the unspoken problems within their family. However, there's a twist: Ann won't be told where the victim is, or how to apologize. She'll need to figure all that out for herself, and if she doesn't . . . Valorya Taylor is not your average schoolgirl. Ever since her biological mother died, she's had troubles carved deep inside her brain. Yet the worst part is she doesn't understand them, and no one else does either. (After all, how could her already struggling family pay attention to her, whose health seems to be fine?) Then, when she and Ann happen to meet at school, the two end up helping each other - unknowingly constructing a bond that neither of them recognizes. But as they each fight their respective battles, how far can they go to heal from their crimes and the toxicity that lies within? Cover by Natt Kuznetsov (@NattKuznetsov).

Dil ibaadat kar raha hain Dhadkane meri sun... Tujhko main kar loon haasil Lagi hain yahi dhun...

Eve runs a cafe. It's hers, for eternity, with Adam behind the counter and trips to the fruit stands in the truck with a rattling engine, and a revolving door of women who seem just shy of familiar.

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

He built an empire by controlling everything - except the memories that refuse to let him go. Between power, silence, and a woman he should never reach again, some absences demand a price.

A short story told in three parts. It's about a quiet realization. The kind that doesn't arrive loudly, but changes everything once it settles. Some endings don't hurt. Some feel like freedom. Most are just numb.

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.

THE NAMES WE OUTGREW by winter-fire Some loves do not end. They simply stop being places you can live. On the eve of his wedding, Nikolai is confronted with a truth he believed had been buried for years. Letters once lost to silence resurface, revealing that the woman he mourned never stopped loving him-and that the life he painstakingly rebuilt may have been founded on a misunderstanding that was never his to make. Caught between two women who embody different forms of survival-one forged in fire and ambition, the other in patience and quiet devotion-Nikolai must face a question with no merciful answer: Is love defined by the passion that first breaks us, or by the steady presence that teaches us how to endure? Told through shifting perspectives and steeped in imagery of winter, memory, and restraint, The Names We Outgrew is a literary exploration of grief, gratitude, and the cost of becoming whole-asking what it means to choose a future when the past refuses to remain silent.