A Short Story – The smell of disinfectant still clung to Dr. Arga’s hands. His gloves had been peeled off, his gown thrown into the bin, yet the faint metallic tang of blood refused to leave his skin. He pushed through the back door of the hospital, where the night air was cool and heavy […]
A Short Story – The sound of scraping soles followed them down the narrow street. A rhythmic shff… shff… as the woman’s shoes dragged against the pavement. “Mom,” Dika finally said, wrinkling his nose, “your shoes sound weird again.” His mother chuckled softly, pulling her cardigan tighter against the evening wind. “They’re just old, Son.
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A short story – His gaze remained calm, observing, watching the surroundings. The morning sun shone gently, not harsh on the skin — it felt very comfortable.Sitting on a wooden bench in the city park allowed him to witness every moment clearly in front of him. Dressed in a casual cream shirt and long pants,
A short story – The hallway was always silent at 6 a.m. — just the soft hum of the heater, the distant moan of the elevator, and the low shuffle of Mr. Arman’s footsteps on the cold tile floor. He never walked fast. He moved like someone who knew the building better than anyone else.
A short story – Lena zipped her jacket up to her neck. The morning air bit her skin, cold and sharp like broken glass. Pines whispered in the wind around her, tall and silent, standing like dark statues under a gray sky. The trail sign read: “Echo Ridge Trail — 7 Miles to Summit” She
A short story – The door creaked open with a sound that felt like a sigh.Elliot hadn’t stepped into his mother’s house in over four years.He paused at the threshold, staring into the quiet that met him like an old friend wearing grief. The living room still smelled of cinnamon and old paper.The curtains were
A short story – They buried Daniel on a Tuesday. It rained, of course. Not the dramatic thunderstorm kind—just a gentle, persistent drizzle that soaked through coats and skin and settled in bones. The sky had the color of wet cement, and the air smelled like old leaves and wet grass. It was the kind
A short story – White sands stretch as far as the eye can see.The twilight sky begins to blanket the horizon.The gentle crashing of waves seems to whisper. “Calm down.”“Everything will be alright.” Unaffected by the crowd joyfully playing, laughing, running around.Yet, the heart remains empty, quiet, alone. Today marks exactly one year since the
