Sofia sat on the windowsill in her small New England apartment, watching as the world below moved on without her. She had come here to escape, to think. Her family back home in the heart of the South expected so much from her—an eldest daughter burdened with the dreams and traditions of generations. To the … Read more
Hey everyone, I didn’t think I’d ever use social media this way, but here I am. I need to share something that’s been spinning around in my mind and heart. It all started a few weeks ago when I found an old, dusty cassette in my mom’s attic during a weekend visit. She’d asked me … Read more
Asha sat by the window, tracing her fingers over the smooth wood grain of the old, mahogany table. Outside, the early morning sun cast a gentle glow over the garden, spotlighting the array of flowers that seemed to outshine each other in colors. But inside, in her heart, there was a gray cloud that refused … Read more
Nina sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers grazing the worn floral pattern of the quilt. She glanced at the clock; 7:32 p.m., a full two hours since Simon said he’d be home. This had become a routine of late. His unexplained absences were stretching longer, his excuses thinner. Yet it was not … Read more
The early autumn sun filtered through the leaves, casting a dappled quilt of gold and green over the small park bench. Eva walked slowly, her steps tentative on the gravel path. She was here because of a whim, driven by a restless urge to escape the confines of her cluttered apartment and perhaps, unknowingly, by … Read more
The delicate scent of jasmine hung in the air, swirled by a gentle breeze that found its way through the narrow streets of the neighborhood where Kiran had grown up. The old stone houses, with their crumbling facades and faded colors, held stories of generations, including Kiran’s own. Here in this enclave, life seemed to … Read more
The small town of Brookside was known for its quiet streets and the river that ran curved like a gentle arm around its edge. It was here, in the unassuming quietude of the town’s only bookshop, that Clara found herself browsing on a languid Saturday afternoon. The gentle hum of an old record player in … Read more
Samantha always found solace in the rain. As droplets danced upon her window, she felt a peculiar comfort in their rhythmic patter, an ever-present symphony that overshadowed the unsettling quiet within her home. Yet lately, the rain seemed to whisper secrets she had become unwilling to ignore. It started with the little things. John had … Read more
Hey everyone. This isn’t easy to write, but I feel like I owe it to myself and maybe to a few of you who’ll see this. For years, I’ve carried a burden I couldn’t name, a shadow that seemed to linger just out of sight. It all started with an old, dusty photo album I … Read more
The whir of the ceiling fan was the only sound that punctuated the stillness of the room. Emily lay on the bed, eyes fixed on the rotating blades, trying to quell the gnawing unease that gnawed at her insides. The day had been unremarkable, yet she felt the crack in their reality widening, a fissure … Read more