We are a home for stories that smolder — quiet, powerful, unforgettable.
This is where writers burn in silence and speak through ink.
Where publishing isn’t loud, but it echoes.
If you’ve ever written just to survive, or read something that changed how you breathe — you’re in the right place.
Welcome to the afterglow.
Welcome to the rebellion.
Welcome to Quiet Flame.
There are stories that never make headlines, but live in the hearts of millions. This poem is a voice for the unheard, a father’s quiet plea for time, dignity, and the right to love without borders. It’s about hope, memory, and the fight to simply stay present.
Hatred’s taken over, burning in my chest,Feels like dying might just bring me rest.I trusted you with all my soul and breath,You paid me back with a blade to my back—like death.
Love is a feeling we all come to know,But it’s deeper than words, it silently grows.
