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Most recently published stories in Chapters.

Too tired to go to deep but wanting a little creative challenge, gentle and open-ended.
Imagine you’re an old soul who has lived many lives and finally decided to write a single quote in a book that will be passed down through generations. This quote will be the only thing people remember you by.
By Charmaine Abrahams2 days ago in Chapters
Alchemy
I’ll never forget that day, it cut deep. The 30th of May 2021 did not begin like any other day, for we just moved into our new home a week prior. Gosh, what a stunning home. I deemed it the ‘oasis’. It felt like an oasis, it looked like an oasis. A stunningly beautiful country home tucked away in rural Ireland. This was our fresh start.
By Charmaine Abrahams2 days ago in Chapters
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 3). AI-Generated.
Some details are necessary. Others are better left unsaid — especially now. I know where Eden lies. No one else should. If you’ve been paying attention, you’ve probably noticed how carefully I’ve chosen my words.
By Lorenzo Bland2 days ago in Chapters
The Celestial Sea Voyages
This is a big story that I shall release in bite-sized morsels. I shall begin with the precis of the whole series to date:
By Marina de Nadous2 days ago in Chapters
From Stark Girls to Global Icons: Sophie Turner and Maisie Williams\' Post-Thrones Evolution
The world watched Sophie Turner and Maisie Williams grow up on screen, transforming from wide-eyed girls into formidable young women as Sansa and Arya Stark in "Game of Thrones." Their intertwined yet distinct journeys on the show – one a political survivor, the other a vengeful assassin – mirrored their real-life experiences of navigating adolescence, burgeoning careers, and unimaginable global fame. Since the final episode in 2019, both actresses have embarked on new chapters, confronting the unique challenges of transitioning from iconic child stars to adult leading ladies. The "Game of Thrones cast news" surrounding them has often focused on their continued bond, their individual career choices, and their evolving public personas, showcasing how they've carved out distinct paths while remaining fiercely supportive of each other.
By Umar Faiz2 days ago in Chapters
This Is How I Rebuilt My Life
This Is How I Rebuilt My Life ‎BY: Khan I didn’t lose everything in a single moment. It happened slowly. Like a quiet storm that no one notices until the damage is already done. First, it was my confidence. Then my motivation. Then the version of myself I used to be proud of. By the time I realized what was happening, I was already standing in the ruins of a life I no longer recognized. Every morning felt heavy. Not dramatic, not loud—just… empty. I would wake up, stare at the ceiling, and wonder how I ended up here. I had plans once. Big ones. Dreams that used to keep me awake at night with excitement. Now, I could barely get out of bed. The worst part wasn’t failure. It was feeling like I had lost myself. One night, I sat alone in my room, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, comparing my life to everyone else’s highlight reels. Everyone seemed to be moving forward, achieving something, becoming someone. And me? I was stuck. That night, something shifted. Not in a dramatic, movie-like way. There was no sudden motivation, no instant clarity. Just a quiet thought that refused to go away: “If nothing changes, nothing changes.” It was simple. Almost too simple. But it hit me harder than anything else had. I realized I had been waiting. Waiting to feel ready. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for motivation to magically appear. But nothing was coming. So I made a decision—not a big one, not a life-changing plan. Just a small one. The next morning, I would do one thing differently. That’s it. No pressure. No overwhelming goals. Just one small step. The next day, I woke up and made my bed. It sounds ridiculous, I know. But for me, it was a win. A tiny one, but real. The day after that, I added something else. I went for a short walk. Then I started writing my thoughts down. Not perfectly. Not like a professional. Just honestly. Day by day, I kept adding small changes. Some days were easy. Most days weren’t. There were moments when I slipped back into old habits, when I felt like nothing was working, when the voice in my head told me to give up. But this time, I didn’t. Because I wasn’t trying to fix my whole life anymore. I was just trying to win the day. That changed everything. Weeks turned into months. And slowly, without even realizing it, I started to feel different. Stronger. Clearer. More… alive. I stopped comparing myself to others because I was too focused on becoming better than who I was yesterday. I stopped chasing perfection because I realized progress was enough. And for the first time in a long time, I started to trust myself again. Rebuilding my life didn’t happen in one big breakthrough. It happened in quiet, consistent steps that no one else could see. It was choosing discipline over comfort. Showing up even when I didn’t feel like it. Forgiving myself for my past instead of being trapped by it. There was no applause. No recognition. Just me, slowly becoming someone I could respect again. One day, I looked in the mirror and noticed something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Not success. Not perfection. But peace. I wasn’t where I wanted to be yet. But I wasn’t lost anymore. And that mattered more than anything. Looking back, I understand something now: Losing yourself isn’t the end. Sometimes, it’s the beginning. Because when everything falls apart, you get a chance to rebuild—not the life you had, but the life you actually need. Stronger. Smarter. More real. And if you’re in that place right now—feeling stuck, lost, or broken—just know this: You don’t need to fix everything today. You don’t need a perfect plan. You just need one small step. Then another. Then another. That’s how I rebuilt my life. And you can too.
By Khan 2 days ago in Chapters
I Walked Away and Found My Worth
I Walked Away and Found My Worth BY: Ubaid I didn’t leave because I stopped caring. I left because I finally started caring about myself. For the longest time, I believed love meant staying—no matter how much it hurt, no matter how small it made me feel. I thought loyalty was about endurance, about proving that I could withstand anything for the people I loved. So I stayed… even when I knew deep down that something wasn’t right. At first, it wasn’t obvious. The signs were quiet, almost invisible. A dismissive comment here, a forgotten promise there. I told myself it was normal. Nobody’s perfect, right? Relationships take effort. Compromise. Patience. So I adjusted. I silenced my opinions when they caused tension. I laughed off jokes that cut a little too deep. I made excuses for behavior that didn’t sit well with me. Slowly, without even realizing it, I began to shrink. The person I used to be—the one who spoke freely, laughed loudly, and believed in their own worth—started to fade. In their place was someone quieter, someone unsure, someone constantly questioning if they were “too much” or “not enough.” And the hardest part? I blamed myself. Maybe I wasn’t understanding enough. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe if I tried harder, loved better, fixed myself… things would change. But they didn’t. Instead, I felt lonelier than ever—even when I wasn’t alone. Conversations became exhausting. Silence became heavy. And my heart… it felt tired all the time. There was one moment I’ll never forget. I was sitting alone, staring at my reflection. I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me. There was no spark in their eyes, no confidence, no peace. Just exhaustion… and quiet sadness. And that’s when it hit me. This isn’t love. This isn’t what I deserve. For the first time, I didn’t think about fixing things. I didn’t think about staying strong for someone else. I thought about myself. And it scared me. Because walking away meant uncertainty. It meant letting go of something familiar, even if it was hurting me. It meant facing the possibility of being alone. But staying meant losing myself completely. So I chose the harder path. I chose to walk away. It wasn’t dramatic. There were no loud arguments or final speeches. Just a quiet decision—a moment where I realized I couldn’t keep betraying myself to keep someone else comfortable. The days after were the hardest. I questioned everything. Did I make a mistake? Was I overreacting? Should I go back? There were nights I wanted to undo it all, to return to what I knew, even if it hurt. Because at least it was familiar. But deep down, there was a small voice—soft but steady—that kept reminding me why I left. So I stayed away. Little by little, things began to change. I started spending time with myself again. At first, it felt strange—like meeting a stranger I used to know. But slowly, I began to remember who I was. I rediscovered the things I loved. I spoke without fear of being dismissed. I laughed without holding back. And something beautiful happened. I started to feel… whole again. Not because someone else completed me—but because I stopped abandoning myself. I learned that my worth isn’t something others get to decide. It doesn’t depend on how much I’m loved by someone else, or how much I can tolerate. My worth is mine—steady, unchanging, and enough. Walking away didn’t make me weak. It made me brave. It meant choosing respect over comfort. Peace over chaos. Self-love over self-sacrifice. Now, when I look in the mirror, I see someone different. Someone stronger. Someone wiser. Someone who knows they deserve better—and won’t settle for less. And maybe the most important thing I’ve learned is this: Sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do is leave. Not because you don’t care… But because you finally understand that you deserve to be in a place where you don’t have to fight for your own worth. Walking away didn’t break me. It saved me.
By Ubaid 2 days ago in Chapters
Shadow Warnings
Avea couldn't sleep a wink, alone in the chamber of her room. Twisting and turning in her sheets, unable to settle her thoughts or ease the tightness in her chest. She had sensed the stirrings of espionage from all the lunar realms, and had even been warned of it. Yet there was something else, something far more sinister. An undercurrent slithering too far beneath the surface for anyone to see clearly. Avea toyed with the codex in her hand, it was such delicate shard that she found it hard to believe that it had once been part of a mighty weapon. A sword that she now had to reconstruct in secret, she flipped it over in her palm feeling to coolness against her skin. Trying to find anything she missed, willing it to show her something.
By KEATA2 days ago in Chapters
Iran’s Next Move: Nuclear Bomb?
Iran’s Next Move: Nuclear Bomb? Rising Fears as Iran Moves Closer to Nuclear Threshold As tensions escalate in the Middle East, one major question is now dominating global security discussions: Is Iran preparing for a nuclear bomb?
By Wings of Time 3 days ago in Chapters
I Wanted To See Him More
"Who is this skilled, handsome horseman and swordsman?" I asked. "Osman." She replied. "He's the hero whose love for justice and Allah drove him to protect his people from the Byzantine Empire."
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)3 days ago in Chapters
Dragon Horse. Content Warning.
“They called the serpent Anguis. The steeds stole his wings from him, so he grew strong enough to swim without them. However, his scales still remembered what the feathers felt like. He would not sleep until he turned the tides and took them back.”
By Wen Xiaosheng3 days ago in Chapters
ThunderCats Fanfiction Project (Ch 5 Episode 11). AI-Generated.
As the convoy absorbs the truth of its fallen king, the flagship turns to the rhythms of survival. In the kitchen, alliances form and old wounds stir — and on the bridge, a single ping shatters the fragile calm.
By Marcellus Grey3 days ago in Chapters