Quietfiction Stories

Some people appear only in dreams. They listen. They help. They leave. In this novel by Iseult A. Rowan, a nameless presence moves through other people's nights while remaining unseen in waking life. As the dreams repeat, the cost of being needed but not known begins to surface. Learning to Stay is a quiet work of fiction about empathy, invisibility, and remaining. This is a work of fiction.

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.

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

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

Simón doesn't speak in declarations. He speaks in glances, in pauses, in stickers that arrive instead of explanations. This isn't a love story - it's a reflection. Of presence over promises. Of closeness without clarity. Of the quiet between two people who almost reached each other. Told through fragments and silences, Simón, the Unsent Letter is a portrait of what remains when nothing is said... but something is felt.

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

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.

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.

Alex has always noticed soft things first. A slow-burn YA story about growing up, inheritance, and the quiet moment before the world changes forever. Before Flight blends emotional realism with mythic undercurrents, following Alex as her life begins to fracture in subtle, irreversible ways.

Every day, the same chair. The same view. But behind the glass, a quiet existence unfolds - one of waiting, wondering, creating, and hoping to be seen. This isn't a story of escape. It's a story of presence. One pane at a time. It also reflects life with disability - quietly seen, often misunderstood, but deeply felt.

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.

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.

Cyril Andrews has stopped trying to hold himself together. The apartment is silent, the coffee cold, and the days blur into one another. Grief has hollowed him out until even breathing feels like surrender. But one rain-drenched night on a bridge changes everything. A stranger's voice - unexpected, steady, human - pulls him back from the edge and begins a slow unraveling of his silence. What follows is not an easy redemption, but a quiet rebuilding: nights of writing, small acts of kindness, and the gradual return of light into the spaces he thought were lost forever. Through fleeting connections and a love that asks nothing of him but presence, Cyril learns that survival isn't sudden - it's something we choose, one breath, one bridge, one day at a time. Inspired by Calum Scott's song "Bridges," this story explores the fragile grace of second chances and the courage it takes to keep crossing toward life.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

A quiet child (or young teen) arrives in a village where winter never fully leaves. Snow falls even in spring, and people treat it like an old neighbor-polite, careful, respectful. The snow notices the child. Not because the child is special- but because the child listens. As winter deepens, the child learns: Snow keeps memories Footprints fade, but intentions don't Some places remain cold because they are protecting something fragile beneath

When a brutal storm leaves an old fishing vessel crippled and adrift, seventeen-year-old Nico finds himself stranded at sea with only a dying captain and an aging boat to carry him home.