Short Stories
Escape into a world of stories made just for you. Curated, original, and delivered week after week. This Community Short Stories segment is your escape into fiction, your moment of wonder, and your invitation to explore new worlds.
Here, you’ll find:
Original short stories across genres—from heartwarming contemporary tales to thrilling mysteries and beyond
Downloadable EPUBs so you can keep your favourites forever on your e-reader
Whether you’re here for a five-minute tale with your morning coffee or a deeper narrative to get lost in over the weekend, there’s always something new waiting for you.
New stories added frequently. Stay tuned—and happy reading!
Gateway To Story Time
The Raindrop Café
The eviction notice was the final, definitive period at the end of a very bad sentence. For Soo-min, it felt less like a notice and more like an erasure. Her tiny art studio, her sanctuary for the last five years, was to be demolished to make way for another glass-and-steel apartment complex. At twenty-eight, she
The Weaver and the Sang Kelembai
In a time when the jungle was deeper and magic clung to the mossy stones of the rivers, there lived a young woman named Sari. She was the finest weaver in the kampung, her fingers able to coax stories from her loom. Her kain songket was so intricate that elders said the patterns would shift
Penunggu Pusaka
The old kampung house in Kuala Kangsar was a silent testament to time. Its timber walls, darkened by decades of sun and rain, seemed to hold their breath. For Aiman, returning from the frantic glass-and-steel pulse of Kuala Lumpur, the silence was a physical weight. He was here for one reason: to empty the house after his
The KL Bachelor Algorithm
Dr. Arjun Menon believed in data. Data was predictable, logical, and clean. As a leading data scientist in Kuala Lumpur, he had optimised traffic flow for the city and predicted monsoon patterns with startling accuracy. But his greatest project, Project Spouse, was failing spectacularly. His method was sound: a 456-point questionnaire designed to filter for
The Last Bloom of the Sun Orchid
The sky above the Canopy was the colour of a healing bruise, a deep, bloody purple smudged with the last gold of the setting sun. Below, the world was a sea of darkness. Kaya clung to the rope-and-wood platform, her knuckles white. The air, thick with the scent of damp moss and blooming night-flowers, hummed
The Kuching Job
The rain in Kuching didn’t fall; it attacked. It hammered the colonial-era corrugated zinc roofs of the Main Bazaar with a fury that drowned all other sound. For Simon Lim, sipping a lukewarm teh tarik in a dimly lit kopitiam, it was the perfect symphony. Noise was cover.
The Rhythm of the Nyonya’s Heart
To the Nyonyas and Babas, the Tamil milkman, and the Malay pawang, he was Tua Pek Lim, the blind clockmaker. Some called him a sage; others, in hushed tones, a bomoh who had bargained with spirits for his gifts.