Literaryfiction Stories

"I write moments that feel like dreams - soft lights glowing in silence, quiet laughter echoing in warm rooms, and the magic of imagination weaving ordinary evenings into timeless memories. My words capture atmospheres where reality dissolves into wonder, where roses bloom at midnight and long drives become journeys of the soul. Each story is a fragment of beauty, painted with candlelight, music, and the fleeting magic of life."

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

The Unsaved Moments is a quiet novella about the love that never became a story people could point to. It follows two lives that brushed past each other - conversations that almost happened, feelings that were felt too late, and futures that existed only in imagination. Told through memories, silences, and unfinished sentences, this book is for those who carry someone with them long after they've walked away. This is not a story of what happened. It is a story of what almost did.

The end of the world was only the beginning of her nightmare. In the frozen silence of the dead cities, Nadya has mastered isolation. The Shuffling Dead are an external threat, but the true void is within. Everything changes when she saves Tanya-a child as damaged and defiant as the ruins around them. This desperate bond becomes their only shield against the horrors of the collapsed world. But as they fight to survive raiders, mutants, and the relentless dead, Nadya is hunted by the ghosts of her own past. Her diary holds a confession that could destroy the fragile humanity she's trying to protect. To save the girl, she must first face the monster in her own mirror. A chilling work of psychological literary fiction and slow-burn horror, set in a world where hope is the most dangerous survival skill of all.

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.

By Gary Jones Gary never touched another woman. He never met her. He never left his home. But when private messages come to light, a marriage built on trust, silence, and assumed boundaries begins to fracture-not with shouting or confrontation, but with something far more unsettling: control. As his wife quietly recalibrates their relationship, Gary finds himself living under a new structure where transparency replaces privacy and consequence replaces assumption. There are no public accusations. No dramatic ultimatums. Only the slow realization that emotional betrayal, even without physical touch, can permanently alter the balance between two people. The Messages Between Us is a psychological novel about power, accountability, and the dangerous comfort of believing rules don't apply when no one is watching. It explores how intimacy begins long before bodies meet-and how silence can be more devastating than betrayal itself. Quiet. Intimate. Unforgiving. This is not a story about infidelity. It is a story about consequence.

Mereka bermula tanpa niat. Sekadar pertemuan, sekadar berbual, sekadar saling menemani ketika hidup sedang berat. Nura Azzahra tahu batas yang perlu dijaga. Daniel Wong pula tahu ada perkara yang tidak sepatutnya diminta. Di antara perbezaan pegangan, tanggungjawab, dan masa yang sentiasa salah, mereka memilih untuk diam. Bukan kerana tiada rasa, tetapi kerana ada terlalu banyak yang perlu dipertahankan. Ini bukan kisah tentang cinta yang dimiliki. Ini tentang perasaan yang dipendam, rutin yang tidak bernama, dan hubungan yang sentiasa dinafikan sebagai biasa. Kadang-kadang, yang paling menyakitkan bukanlah kehilangan. Tetapi menyedari bahawa sesuatu itu tidak pernah dibenarkan untuk menjadi apa-apa.

To everyone else, he is the perfect student: polite, intelligent, and on the fast track to a future he's supposed to want. But this is just a role he plays. A mask to hide the truth. At 21, he moves to the historic university city of Pécs to start his life, but he's already a ghost. He is a detached spectator in his own story, watching himself perform the part of 'The Son' and 'The Student' with a cold, clinical precision. Haunted by the shadows of a father who left and a mother he can't help but hurt, his new life is not one of freedom. It's a life of financial spreadsheets, missed parties, and the crushing weight of a poverty that isolates him from a world he can't afford to join. The city's ancient streets and bustling lecture halls are just a backdrop. His real world is the four walls of his sterile dorm room, the bitter static of phone calls home, and the pages of a black notebook-the only place he is honest. He watches, he records, and he asks himself one question: How long can you perform a life before you are completely disqualified from living one?

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.

"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

Ezryn exists in a world of quiet. For her, silence isn't empty; it's a refuge of clarity in a noisy, demanding world. She understands actions, not words. The weight of a door closing. The logic of a finished task. The sharp, clarifying pain of a burn. When the chaos of other people's emotions encroaches, her first instinct is to retreat behind her own walls. But a single, broken voice on the phone-Liora's voice-pierces that silence with a sound she cannot ignore. Liora is unraveling. The pressure to be perfect, to be strong for everyone else, has finally snapped. Huddled in the wreckage of a devastating family dinner, she is utterly alone, convinced her vulnerability is a failure. The last person she expects to see is Ezryn, a woman who communicates in gestures, not platitudes. Who doesn't tell her it will be okay, but simply sits in the dark with her, an anchor in the storm. This is where their story begins: in the quiet aftermath. It is a slow, aching journey between a woman learning how to fall apart and a woman learning how to hold the pieces. For Liora, Ezryn's steadfast presence becomes a shelter where she discovers that breaking is not the end. For Ezryn, Liora's trust becomes a quiet question she's never been asked before: what is the weight of a touch? The meaning of a heartbeat under her hand? Their connection grows in the spaces between words, in shared silence over morning coffee and the unspoken language of simply being there. But the weight of quiet is a heavy thing... Is it the beginning of peace, or merely a different kind of suffering? Can a person learn to live with their broken pieces, or is true healing something else entirely... © All rights reserved. This work is my original creation and may not be copied, reproduced, or distributed without permission.

This is a 'romantic' love story set in St. Petersburg in 2030. AI watches cover human life around the clock, and the definition of a poet has become a person who trains AI to write poetry. 20-year-old Spanish student Julia and a Chinese student of the same age meet during four White Nights, and the two take off their watches together. In an era where AI writes poetry for humans and takes over human emotions, what will Dostoevsky's White Nights become?

Some friendships begin as rivalry, soften into something warm, and quietly turn into feelings no one knows how to name. Fragments of Us is a coming-of-age story about love that never fully arrived, friendships that changed with time, and the ache of growing up. Through shared memories, misunderstandings, and silence, this story explores how people drift apart-not because they stop caring, but because life asks them to become different versions of themselves. Not every story ends with a reunion. Some end with understanding.

Yeh kahani kisi hero ka nahi ye kahani un logh ka hai jo khudse nafrat korte hai aur pyaar bhi