Historias de Quietfiction

When Ruth returns to her parents' house to settle what's left, she expects paperwork and dust. Instead, she finds the quiet truth of a marriage she never understood - sixty‑five years of devotion, silence, and small mercies.In the soft light of April, she begins to see what love looks like after a lifetime: not perfect, not simple, but enough.

He still makes the bed every morning. One side smooth, untouched. The other, a small collapse where she used to sleep. In the soft hours between waking and remembering, Sam learns how absence reshapes a life - not through grand gestures, but through the quiet persistence of ordinary days. A story about grief, tenderness, and the slow courage of beginning again.

Deskripsi cerita untuk Hari-Hari di Balik Jendela: Hari-Hari di Balik Jendela bercerita tentang seorang gadis bernama Raya yang merasa terisolasi dari dunia luar. Setiap hari, ia menghabiskan waktunya di rumah, hanya mengamati dunia melalui jendela. Suatu hari, ia mulai menemukan pesan-pesan yang diselipkan di pohon besar di taman, yang ditulis oleh seorang anak laki-laki bernama Angin. Pesan-pesan ini mengungkapkan pemikiran dan perasaan Angin, yang juga merasa terjebak dalam dunia yang terbatas. Seiring waktu, hubungan mereka berkembang melalui pertukaran pesan yang jujur dan penuh emosi. Raya mulai merasa terhubung dengan Angin, dan ia mulai menyadari bahwa dunia di luar jendelanya tidak seburuk yang ia kira. Ketika Angin menghilang tanpa kabar, Raya merasa cemas, dan dengan berani, ia keluar dari zona nyamannya untuk mencari jawabannya. Cerita ini menggambarkan perjalanan emosional Raya untuk menghadapi ketakutannya, membuka diri terhadap dunia, dan menemukan arti persahabatan yang sejati. Sebuah kisah tentang pertumbuhan, keberanian, dan pentingnya memiliki seseorang yang bisa mendengarkan, Hari-Hari di Balik Jendela mengajarkan bahwa setiap langkah kecil dalam hidup adalah bagian dari perjalanan besar yang penuh harapan.

A brilliant, emotionally isolated engineer builds an AI designed to mirror his own mind, only to discover-after living an entire alternate life-that understanding reality means relinquishing the need to control it.

A veteran pilot dies, misses his exit to heaven, and takes a wrong turn into an off-world adventure.

A story about a quiet woman named Julie who becomes the new keeper of an old lighthouse standing by a remote coast, expecting solitude. But the lighthouse has it's own rhythms, when the sea is still and the wind soft, Julie feels a heavy presences.

Synopsis: A chicken wakes up as a human in a small Filipino town. She learns to live, to speak, and unknowingly, to love eating chicken. Years later, now a gentle poultry farmer, she remembers who she once was-not with regret, but with quiet acceptance. A tender story about memory, change, and the strange peace that comes with understanding the cycle of life.

She leaves the door half open-not because she's expecting someone, but because closing it would mean admitting that waiting has become a habit. In a quiet apartment filled with unsaid things, a woman confronts absence, anxiety, and the versions of herself she never became. This is a psychological, existential story about thresholds, emotional regulation, and the moment you realize that nothing is coming-and that you might finally be allowed to stay.

She came for the season. The city expected her to leave. Lina grew up between places, cultures, languages - always temporary, always passing through. Working a seasonal job in a port town shaped by tourism and war, Lina observes lives passing through - until she realizes her gift is no longer harmless. She knows who will leave. She knows who won't return. With one year to decide her future, Lina faces a choice between safety and truth, silence and staying - in a place that deserves more than temporary people.

17. You fall in love with someone whose heartbeat matches a song you haven't heard since childhood. Between missed calls, unfinished lunches, and a glass of orange juice gone warm, Kai learns what it means to wait for people who love her - and what it costs to keep waiting.

In a society where every person is born with a mark said to reveal who they are meant to become, Iris has learned how to live carefully. The mark is treated as certainty - proof that a life already has a direction - and questioning it is considered pointless at best, dangerous at worst. Iris has never felt the assurance others seem to find in theirs. Instead, she moves through her days quietly, aware of expectations pressing in from every side: family history, social rules, futures decided far too early. When events begin to unsettle the systems she was taught not to doubt, Iris is forced to consider a question she has spent her life avoiding - whether the mark defines her, or whether it has only limited her. Told through small moments, restrained relationships, and choices that rarely announce themselves, [The Mark we Carry] is a story about identity, inheritance, and the quiet resistance of choosing for oneself - even when the world insists your life was already written.

Note: I wrote this like two years ago. I'm posting it anyway. It probably sucks but here we are. At 2:14 a.m., Mira sits alone in her room, surrounded by unfinished thoughts, half-written scenes, and the low hum of a world that won't quite let her rest. She's supposed to be writing a story, but instead she keeps running into herself...her doubts, her memories, the version of her that exists only in the green room of her mind. Told in first person and unfolding over small moments, green room, 2:14 a.m. follows a protagonist who talks to herself a lot, avoids the point until she can't, and learns that creation isn't about getting it right the first time. It's about staying awake long enough to listen. this is a book about late nights, unfinished sentences, and the quiet courage it takes to keep writing when no one is watching.

A quiet day told in three parts. Morning alone. Afternoon with someone who stays. Night with someone who never fully arrives. This isn't a love story. It's the shape of being seen - or almost seen - across the hours that ask for nothing, and still take everything.

On a winter night, while a storm closes in on a quiet house, a seven-year-old boy hears a name on the television: Atlas. He does not understand what it means. He only knows it is the name of the tallest thing he has built, and perhaps the name of something large enough to carry what he cannot. As the power goes out and the cold begins to enter the walls, he makes a small shelter on the living room floor and makes a wish - not to the sky, but to a distant, unseen Atlas. ATLAS is a quiet story about childhood, solitude, hope, and the moment kindness arrives when it is most needed. - A short story by Lanka Odyssey

Elliot Morris is a recent graduate of the prestigious Briarton College who, despite his best efforts, struggles to find work. Forced to put his post-graduate aspirations on hold, he takes a less than ideal job sorting through donations at Thriftopia, a profit-driven thrift store. There, Elliot forms an unlikely friendship with a coworker. Together the duo navigate the uncertainty, disappointment and fleeting opportunities of life in their early twenties.

A week in the life of someone no longer sure what he believes, but still paying attention.

A man who has fallen into an identity crisis, unable to control his own thoughts. He feels wounded in every way, and is caught in a struggle with both physical and emotional weakness.

this is just a short story that was in my head and not paying any rent so i kicked it out.

Angela was six when her world ended. Rowan wasn't even human when his began. One lost. One waiting. This is how their story starts.

another short story but this time it is about me and the loss of my cat who's name was Hope. She was 9 years and 4 months. a bottle baby, a rescue that saved me just as much as i saved her.