Literary Stories

When her therapy app accidentally sends Riley's private confessions to a random British expat - and his to her - what began as a glitch quickly evolves into the kind of intimacy that can only exist between strangers. A slow-burn contemporary romance. * * * When a company health initiative forces Riley Markle to download a trendy mental health app, she fills out the onboarding survey without much thought, expecting to get paired with a virtual gym buddy who'll send thumbs-up emojis twice a week. Instead, she gets paired with Joe, a lonely British expat whose wellness concern of Compulsive Behaviors is flagged by the AI system as a perfect match for Riley. Riley resolves to complete her month of check-ins and be done with it - until a glitch in the app sends both her and Joe's embarrassing therapy videos to each other instead of their therapist. Soon, Riley and Joe are talking late into the night, exchanging thirst-trap videos of their weekend routines by day, and thinking about each other constantly. Both are smitten, both are broken, and neither of them knows how to do this without destroying each other. The plan: Limit all communication to the app until after Day 30, then see where things go. But plans change. * * * 🏆 High Rankings: #1 in LITERARY #1 in QUICKREAD #1 in NEWENGLAND #1 in SHORTCHAPTERS (out of 38,000 stories) #3 in EPISTOLARY #87 in ROMCOM (out of 35,000 stories) #147 in ROMANTIC (out of 86,000 stories) Updated November 2025

It's almost ten years since Komachi Hanaie died. Ise has spent a decade not saying her name. At sixteen she was the most beautiful girl in the school, and the most alone. She answered a compliment about her name by explaining what it used to mean. She told him they would never celebrate each other's birthdays. She was cold, exact, and entirely without fear - and she asked him for one thing. To be the witness. Ten years later he still has not gone to her grave. A quiet novel about beauty carried as an inheritance, about a mother who does not come home, and about the distance between wanting someone and loving them. 10 of 42 chapters posted. Updating. Originally written in Japanese.

Two friends sit in the same room at ten o'clock at night. One falls asleep. The other stays awake. When morning comes, both have lived through the exact same nine hours - yet their minds carry completely different histories of the night. This is not a story about time travel. It is a story about the quiet divergence that happens inside us every day - through sleep, attention, and memory. A short philosophical novel about Subjective Temporal Divergence: the strange truth that we can share the same clock and still awaken in different worlds. Copyright © 2026 Shaikh Mo Atta. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the prior written permission of the author.

In the midst of war, where every street may bury one last memory, Yulia sets out in search of the truth, only to find herself on a path where the lines between love, loss, and deception begin to disappear. Every answer opens the door to a darker secret-and sometimes, the most terrifying truth is the one that has been hiding in plain sight all along.

If you were given the chance to become a bystander in your favorite Harbinger's life, how would you react? Even if it meant becoming his test subject first...

The shrine at the top of the hill has been abandoned for four hundred years. The frost never crosses its threshold. Each spring, white flowers bloom where nothing should grow. The villagers leave offerings at the foot of the steps, then hurry away before sunset. No one speaks of what lives beneath the cedar hall. No one climbs the hill twice. Except her. What begins as fear becomes habit. Habit becomes conversation. Conversation becomes the slowest kind of devotion. He never lies to the ones he likes. She is never tricked. Across sixty years of winters, funerals, harvests, and ordinary days, a girl and the thing sealed beneath an ancient shrine forge a bond neither of them was ever meant to have. Some promises are not made with love. Some are simply kept. A quiet dark fantasy inspired by Japanese folklore, where monsters tell the truth, kindness can become its own prison, and attendance is the rarest form of devotion.

A small collection of poems that I just wrote on the fly, and I wanted to exercise these poetic muscles just to see what would happen. These 24 original works were done within two days. This is a project I've wanted to do for sometime and not just to challenge myself, but to push my work a little further as well. Much love and peace, Enjoy!!

A young writer lives somewhere between the real world and the worlds inside his head, longing to connect with others and tell the stories that have been waiting inside him. He searches for readers. He makes a few friends. He waits for someone whose messages begin to matter a little more than they should. Until something changes...

Julian Vance was a masterpiece of a man-handsome, wealthy, and utterly toxic. A textbook narcissist and chronic liar, he spent his youth using his cinematic looks and real estate empire to buy, control, and break the women who loved him. Armed with a pathological jealousy that extended even to random strangers, Julian tore through five marriages, leaving behind a wake of psychological ruin and two sons who chose to legally erase his bloodline rather than inherit his millions. Now entering his sixties and embarking on a sixth disastrous marriage to a young model who doesn't speak his language, Julian stands before the mirror and finally asks the question he has avoided for decades: Why does everyone leave me? Spanning forty years from the neon-lit vanity of the 1980s to the sterile luxury of a modern Manhattan penthouse, The Longest Sentence is a chilling exploration of ego, regret, and the ultimate psychological isolation. It is the story of a man who realized too late that his money could buy compliance, but never love. And as his health remains mockingly pristine, Julian is forced to face the one curse he feared most: a God who didn't strike him down in his prime, but condemned him to live a very long, very lonely life. Archana Prakash, writing as Anna P.

Since the day her mother pulled her, blue-lipped and still, from the bottom of a lake at age six, Dovina has understood a truth she can never say aloud without sounding mad: The water ants her dead. It began small. A bath drawn to a comfortable temperature that turned, in the span between one breath and the next, to something that seared her skin red - and her mother, always, nearby to haul her out, murmuring apologies to the faucet. Then the winters, when snow melting on her collar burned her like a brand, blistering... Though it burned no one else. Then the ordinary glass of water at dinner, rising to meet her throat before she'd even swallowed, her mother's hand slamming between her shoulder blades while the rest of the table simply watched a girl cough. Twenty years of this. Twenty years of her mother standing, wet-handed and unquestioning, between her daughter and a substance that makes up sixty percent of the girl she's trying to save. Her mother has never explained it. But there are things Dovina has noticed, the way a child notices what adults think they've hidden well: the photograph of a grandmother she never met, water-stained at the edges, that her mother will not discuss. The way her mother flinches at the sound of a bath running two floors away. The single sentence, offered once, half-drunk, and never repeated - "She went in the tub too, you know. My mother. They said her heart just stopped." - followed by a silence so total it felt like punishment for having heard it. No ritual. No incantation. No family curse spoken aloud and broken by the final page of a bible. Just a pattern that predates her, and a mother who seems to know its shape without ever naming it. Now her mother is dying. And Dovina, thirty years old and still flinching from rain, must spend her mother's final months as the only barrier left between herself and something with no motive she can locate, no myth she can slay, no mermaid to blame,

Have you ever given much thoughts on what to write? How to write? Where to write? Or how about on who to write it for? Why do you write it for them? Well, let me tell you. This is not where you will find answers, as I question myself as to why do I write them. Do I write them because I just thought of them? Am I presenting it to anyone? Is it an assignment? Am I obliged to write it? I could answer, because I like writing. I could answer because it's what I do, but to be honest? In a more deeper sense, I could never know the feelings behind it. Claiming: All poems are made by me

"Because when things feel heavy... I want to be where you are." That's what he told her. And somehow, she believed him. They met at a quiet café - where his past stayed zipped behind a jacket, and her heart hadn't yet learned how to be careful. He wasn't supposed to stay. But then came the borrowed mornings. The almost-kisses. The scar she wasn't supposed to see. Suddenly, love didn't look like a promise. It looked like something whispered - just in case someone was listening. The Lie That Loved Me is a slow-burn, poetic romance about soft hands, sharp truths, and the ache of loving someone who was never yours to keep. For the ones who never asked for forever - just for someone to stay. - © 2025 Anira. All rights reserved. Do not repost or reproduce without permission.

Love means different things to different people. This collection is simply another way I see it. Some poems may remind you of someone. Some may remind you of yourself. Others may become a feeling you never knew you had. Whatever you find between these pages, I hope you see it... In another light. - AnonymousP-01

Every day, the train arrives. People come. People leave. One day, Kuuichi meets a girl named Horimi. A stranger at first. But as the days pass, their conversations become something more. Something Kuuichi begins to look forward to. Perhaps some people are simply meant to meet. And perhaps some journeys are not meant to last forever.

[Now on WEBTOON!] Introverted and awkward Autumn Lyne is content with having just books as companions--that is, until her extrovert of a sister drags her out to meet her band. But nobody has expected that this would mark the plot twist her heart has never signed up for. Her first love. *** Autumn Lyne has terrible social skills, and when her older sister has had enough of her being alone all the time, she's forced to interact with people outside of her tiny world. Meeting and befriending her sister's bandmates is only the beginning. Her growing bond with the charming Michael Summer seems unstoppable. But what if there is more to him than meets the eye? How can a girl who has barely opened up her heart handle her first love--and first heartbreak? Illustration by raindrops_ [complete raw version]

Some journeys begin with a departure. Others begin long after the destination has been reached. Between Borders and Belonging, is a deeply human story about the invisible lines that shape our lives the ones we cross, the ones we carry, and the ones we unknowingly create. It explores the fragile space between who we once were and who we must become. Poignant, intimate, and quietly powerful, this novel asks a haunting question: How far can we travel before we finally find the place where we belong? I'll be sharing this story one episode at a time as I build a consistent writing and posting routine. Follow along and become part of the journey.

When two fiercely competitive and brilliant Cambridge mathematicians-who view each other as professional enemies-are forced into hiding together in a freezing attic to solve an intractable spectral problem before time runs out, their intellectual rivalry transforms into a profound, life-altering love story defined by an impossible countdown.

° أناجي الأرواح بلغةٍ لا تفهمها سوى القلوب، وأرسم بالكلماتِ ملاحمَ من نورٍ ونار. ° بينَ سطرٍ وآخر، خبأتُ لكم سراً لا يقرأهُ إلا مَن مسَّت روحَهُ لوعةُ السِّحرِ الكامنِ في ثورةِ البيان. ​يا مَن تعبرُ فوقَ حروفي اتركْ عقلَكَ خلفَ الباب وادخلْ مِحرابَ ثورةِ البيان فما أنا إلا فراشةٌ زرقاء احترقت بالقصيدة.. لتولدَ من جديد. -ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴏ ⋆ كُل الحُقوق مَحفوظةُ لِي© -لا أسمح بِأخذ الفكرةِ أو الإقتباسِ دون ذِكر المَصدر.

For longer than the world has had names, Life and Death have passed each other at its thresholds, battlefields, hospital rooms, the quiet after wildfire, without lingering. One ordinary dusk, they touch by accident. Something irreversible sparks. They fall in love quickly, completely, and without caution. But every time they touch, the cycle of the world freezes. Nothing is born. Nothing dies. The longer they remain together, the deeper the stillness spreads. Life refuses to accept that love must be impossible simply because the universe prefers neat categories. She will fight for them with everything she is. Death, who has always understood endings, already fears what that fight will cost. Some barriers are not rules imposed from outside. They are written into what they are.

Once Upon a Human Heart "We are all just stories, written in stardust." They say every life begins with a heartbeat and ends with a memory. If, in the end, we all dissolve into stardust-our names forgotten, our voices silenced, our stories scattered across the universe-then why do we spend a lifetime searching for meaning? Why do we love, grieve, hope, forgive, and dream as though any of it could outlive us? Perhaps the answer has always lived inside the human heart. This is not one story, but many. A collection of poems that wanders through the quiet landscapes of being human-through the Beginning, the Withering, the Becoming, and the Blooming. It lingers in first loves and final goodbyes, in loneliness and belonging, in the questions we are too afraid to ask and the answers that only time can whisper. Not every poem offers certainty. Some exist simply to sit beside you in the silence. Because maybe life was never about finding a reason for every joy, every wound, or every goodbye. Maybe it was about feeling them. And perhaps, when the last page is turned and our stories finally return to the stars, we'll discover that the greatest answer was never hidden in the universe- it was beating inside us all along.