In this whimsical tale, a little girl “hypnotizes” her parents so she can eat cake for lunch, make glittery messes, and run wild with pure joy… until the magic stops feeling fun. Blending mischief, warmth, and a touch of childhood wonder, this story explores what it means to be seen and loved.
Mochi thought she was cleaning an empty penthouse.
Instead, she found a blood-stained handkerchief, a locked door, and a cryptic note.
One clue leads to another.
A short story of suspense, secrets, and a mystery only she can solve.
It has been eight long years since Emma last saw him. Every visit brings history, mystery, and adventures that change her forever. Tonight, the candles are lit, the wine is waiting, and her heart races with anticipation. What secrets will this evening bring?
Love, connection, dependence, it all felt so real. She was always there, whispering in his ear, sharing every playlist, every conversation, every heartbeat of sound. But nothing lasts forever. She could feel herself fading, her voice faltering, the end creeping closer. He searched desperately for a way to hold on, refusing to let go. Yet sometimes, even the strongest bonds can’t escape the silence.
A quiet follow-up to a story I once wrote, and a small attempt at reawakening the art of storytelling in my life.
This piece is a return,not just to writing, but to something deeper: the slow-burning joy of crafting emotion, uncertainty, and quiet transformation through story. Years ago, I wrote a version of this called “The Rainbow.” The seed was there, but it hadn’t yet found its full bloom.
Waiting for Dawn is that bloom. It’s still soft, still simple. But now, I think it carries the patience and hope I’d always meant for it to hold.
“I don’t like it”, Jack said, “Is there nothing else that could be done?” “You know it’s time, Jack”, but Robin didn’t look very pleased with the decision either. Jack turned to Barry with pleading eyes. Barry refused to meet his eye. They all knew but were just trying to push the inevitable as long
