Literaryfiction Stories

Viktor wakes up on a lonely road in 1965. He remembers his name, but not how he got there - or why the world around him feels strangely familiar. As he finds shelter in a California commune, he begins to suspect that his arrival was no accident.

They say every woman has a story. But she became a collection of them. A woman hidden somewhere among the Atlas Mountains. A voice carried across the sea. A figure travelling through the wind. A silhouette by a window. A woman painted in pink and blue, speaking in languages he does not understand, creating art from blank pages, and guarding a heart behind armour no one is permitted to touch. He never intended to write about her. Yet somehow, she became the subject of every page. Through mountains, oceans, dreams, colours, laughter, distance and longing, he begins to understand that knowing someone is not the same as possessing them. Some people enter our lives to stay. Others enter quietly, leave pieces of themselves behind, and become stories we carry long after they are gone. This is not a story about finding the woman. It is about seeing her. And eventually learning to let her exist.

Titanic meets The Story of Zara - A present day upmarket fiction... Jihane survives the war by going numb and waiting, and now a bookseller who won't let her retreat is asking her to feel again. At the worst possible time, she must decide whether love is a betrayal of her waiting or her last chance to save the parts of herself the war is still coming for.

An ominous short story of first contact told by the visitors themselves. Memory is rewritten, truth erased, and their presence becomes eternal. When the Watchers arrive, there is no fire in the sky, no sound of engines. There is only stillness. Streets, forests, and oceans fall silent as faces vast enough to hold entire continents gaze down on a world that does not yet understand it is being rewritten. Through the Appointed Ones, the Watchers map every thought, memory, and story humanity has ever told itself. They give the gift of visions of possible futures, ideas that will one day be seen as genius, and solutions that will shape our future. But in return, they will take our history and our memory. Told entirely from the Watchers' collective point of view, "The Watchers" is an ominous, mythic science fiction story of memory, inevitability, and transformation. Told in seven haunting chapters, it unfolds more as a meditation than an invasion.

When two introspective adults meet, only to demand certain answers from each other, curiosity is bound to strike a chord. This is where Chandni and Saksham randomly discuss insecurities through the lens of nature, specifically ponds and clouds. A crisp, wholesome and slightly motivating story about how life requires two visions to completely see it. And how unexpected meet-cutes have the power to flip your life upside down, for the better. ............................... Word Count : 4.7k words © teantypos 2026

Emma Price is found dead in the shallow waters of Millbrook Creek. There are no wounds. No signs of struggle. Only a smile. As Detective Ray Pell investigates the impossible death, a grieving best friend, a brilliant thirteen-year-old obsessed with strange phenomena, and powerful people hiding an old geological secret begin uncovering something buried beneath the abandoned Hartwell Quarry. Whatever waits below has been watching the town for years. And now... it has started watching them. A slow-burn literary supernatural mystery where grief, guilt, and cosmic horror collide.

Some loves don't end. They just go silent. Between "I have to" and "I love you," something shifts. And sometimes without warning you find yourself wondering: will what they once felt ever find its way back? Athens keeps breathing. The air still smells like jasmine. But time doesn't move forward. It circles. A forgotten photo. A single comment. And suddenly, everything that was buried starts breathing again. Not as memory. As unfinished life. Andreas learned silence to survive. Charoula walked through fire and stayed standing. Two people on the same avenue, in different lanes. Athens, at night. Bouzoukia. Loss. Second chances. And a love that refuses to end. ✍️ Odysseas Nostos

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

She chose the name Trista. It was not out of careful selection, really. She thought a fake name, why does it matter. She needed to be someone else, just for a day. And she did not know Trista meant sorrow / sadness. This story contains descriptions of child abuse and trauma.

The badge had no name. No rank. No emblem. No explanation

One week. One name. A transformation he never chose. Milo thought he understood the world he lived in-until the day his sister Bea handed him a wardrobe, a makeup kit, and a choice he didn't make. Now he's Malena. And for seven days, he's expected to walk in her shoes. Between the stares from strangers, the whispers of friends, and the weight of fabric that feels like armor, Milo discovers things he never expected. The way light hits a woman differently. The way space shrinks around you when your body signals something other than yours. The way someone you love might stand up for you without knowing who you really are. There's Renato-a boy who saw past the performance before Malena ever confessed who she was. There's the lake where secrets dissolve and identities blur. There's the mirror that shows a stranger staring back. But the most important question isn't whether Malena can survive the week. It's whether Milo will survive coming back.

Together, they move through a space that seems less interested in being understood than experienced, where reflections don't quite reflect, time doesn't behave normally, and the boundary between what is seen and what is felt begins to change. At the end of the alley, the city waits.

In the chaotic avenues of the Grand Souk, an impoverished hermit guarding a quiet devotion collides with El-Hassan, a merchant watching his legacy turn to dust amidst corrupt pretenders. Armed with an unclouded eye that discerns truth from counterfeit goods, the hermit enters the subterranean vaults under a single pact: never pry into how he arrives at the truth. As market politics, hidden motives, and the arrival of El-Hassan's sharp, perfume-crafting daughter Bint El Hassan collide, a deeper trial begins-not over worldly commodities, but over the human self (nafs) and the integration of worship with daily transactions (ibadah wa muamalat).

A collection of stories about the winding paths we take to find ourselves. Some journeys don't move us across distance - they move us across fear, doubt, and the quiet walls we didn't know we'd built. The Long Way Home to Yourself is a collection of stories about the people who took the harder road: the ones who left comfort to find courage, who stumbled before they stood tall, who learned that growing up often means growing away - only to discover that the self they were searching for was waiting for them all along. Through moments of heartbreak, hesitation, small victories, and quiet joy, these stories remind us that self-love isn't a destination we arrive at - it's a home we build, one trembling, brave step at a time. Whether it's a first taste of independence, a lesson learned the hard way, or the slow unlearning of old fears, each story is a reminder: the longest journey we'll ever take is the one back to ourselves - and it's always worth it.

CEMENT Ordinary material. Extraordinary problems. People get stuck. In habits. In relationships. In bad decisions. Sometimes quite literally in concrete. Cement is a collection of dry, absurd and comical short stories about ordinary people caught in situations that become increasingly difficult to explain. A funeral goes wrong. A convoy rolls out like the Wild West. A meeting without purpose. A receipt becomes a record of a life. And sometimes, the best thing to do with a perfectly good piece of concrete is absolutely nothing. Standalone stories. Unexpected situations. Very little sense of escape (unless you're a snail). Fantasy tales feature as well, and they too don't escape the lure of cement.

Nothing happens to Andrei Voicu. Things happen to other people. A teacher, a woman, a man who slept four beds down from him at eleven years old. Small things, precise things, arriving years late and answering exactly what each of them did. He keeps a list. He is a careful man, and it is a careful list, and what frightens him about it is not the eleven names. It is that he cannot remember starting it. A prologue and twenty-one chapters. Updates Tuesdays and Fridays.

Francesca Porta is twenty-six when she dies. When she wakes, she is standing on a road with no end. There are others walking it. They tell her she is following her ancestors. So Francesca begins to walk backward through her family's history. And the further she walks, the further she gets from the life she once knew.

Everything changed the moment she stopped apologising for being herself. Piper has spent years making herself smaller - mistaking intensity for intimacy, devotion for safety. From the outside, her life looks enviable. Inside, she is disappearing. When the cracks finally widen, she sees everything she once excused. The charm. The manipulation. The quiet erosion of self. Darkly intimate, fiercely honest, and ultimately triumphant. Freedom isn't given. It's chosen.

A missed turn. A quiet conversation. An ordinary moment that refuses to stay ordinary. Crossways is a growing collection of flash fiction where familiar situations take unexpected paths. Some stories lean toward mystery, others toward speculative fiction or quiet reflection, but each explores the moment when a single choice, coincidence, or revelation changes everything. Each story stands alone and can be read in just a few minutes, with every tale under 1,500 words. New stories will be added as they are written. ~Simultaneously published on PoetrySoup and Royal Road.

Book 2 of Aparachita Rajakanya Series *** The time slipped and eras convoluted at the grand cosmic event amidst civil protests. The land of Bharata is now writing its history afresh-a rare time when Dwapara and Kali lived together. The world history altered, and the scions of Dharma reborn, it was time Amrita wielded her pen. As she steps into the new world, she finds herself at the threshold of her ancestors' abode in the forests-of Rajrishi Pandu and his family, of her forefathers. As new relationships are written and old still remembered, Amrita must navigate her way through the trials of Dwapara where she rewrites history as it was remembered. Sᴛᴀʀᴛ: 19ᴛʜ Aᴘʀɪʟ 2026 Eɴᴅ: TBA