Fiction

Neither Here Nor There: My Life in the In-Between
I am neither purely existentialist nor nihilist. The world is neither meaningful enough for me to feel optimistic, nor meaningless enough for me to await its end. I do not know. Therefore, I cannot claim to be an absurdist either. The world hovers between meaning and meaninglessness.
By saghar salari2 years ago in Art
Vivid Mini Cute Cameras Acrylic Beads, Around 25*20MM
Add a pop of personality to your crafts with these Vivid Mini Cute Cameras Acrylic Beads! Shaped like tiny, colorful cameras, these beads are the perfect combination of charm and creativity. Whether you're designing keychains, necklaces, bracelets, or decorating accessories, these playful beads add a unique and nostalgic touch.
By Beadable Bliss2 years ago in Art
Xiangliu
In the fantastical world constructed by Shan Hai Jing (Classic of Mountains and Seas), countless strange and bizarre mythical beasts roam through mountains, rivers, and seas, becoming the earliest codes of Chinese civilization's fantasy. Among them, Xiangliu, the nine-headed serpent monster coiled on the northern wilderness, stands out as a highly recognizable symbol of calamity in ancient Chinese mythology, thanks to its eerie appearance, terrifying destructive power, and mysterious legends. This monster that roamed the primordial era not only embodies the awe of ancient people towards the forces of nature but has also given rise to cultural metaphors that transcend time and space over thousands of years.
By hello-word2 years ago in Art
The Hack List
Jason Harper was the kind of guy who hit snooze five times before rolling out of bed — if he rolled out at all. His room was a mess, his inbox a disaster, and his dreams of “doing something meaningful” were always just one more Monday away.
By Tamim Kakar2 years ago in Art
💬 Text Me When You Love Me 📱❤️
Lena had always believed that love should feel like a spark. 🔥 But with Noah, it never felt like a sudden flame—it felt like warmth. Like something that had always been there, even when you weren't paying attention.
By Sadiq Muhammad2 years ago in Art
The Lion and the Tiger
In the heart of the vast wilderness, where the golden savannah kissed the edge of the deep emerald jungle, two rulers reigned—each feared, respected, and unmatched in their domain.
By Muhammad Nouman2 years ago in Art
Ignorance Truly Is Bliss
Mommy and Daddy are yelling again. I hold Mr. Bunny tight and I'm waiting for mommy to enter my room and lock the doors as usual. I can't hear mommy anymore, all I hear is glass breaking. I'm scared, I want it to stop. Maybe they're yelling because I drew on my math test. I should go and apologize, I just want it to stop. I hop off my bed, but before I can reach the door daddy rushes in. He's holding one of those bottles he always drinks from at night, except this one is broken and red. He looks worried, scared. I should try, my "sorry." Every adult says, saying sorry fixes everything.
By Thoughts2 years ago in Art
10 Best Data Entry Websites in 2025
The Top 10 Websites for Entering Data in 2025 Data entry is still a popular and accessible remote job for freelancers all over the world in today's digital world. Whether you`re a beginner or an experienced virtual assistant, data entry jobs can provide flexible income opportunities. With the rise of freelancing platforms and remote work trends, many websites offer legitimate ways to earn from data entry in 2025.
By Abdul Wahed2 years ago in Art
The Painter of Forgotten Dreams
In a sleepy town where time felt like it never moved, there lived an old painter named Elia. Her home sat at the edge of a hill, filled with canvases no one had seen, and colors that spoke louder than any words she ever said.
By abdullah mahfuz ifty 2 years ago in Art
Anger: The Better Calm
One: The igniter caused sparks. The tide grew, beating the rocks. Tick. The water and fire fought. I kept my eruption contained while my opponent unleashed spoken vipers that dug their canines into my heart, battling the water and coaxing my demons to spleen. I focused on the remaining water. I was praised for it all my life; my parents, my friends, and God himself all loved this calm part of me. They all loved the water, and I did too. But I always wondered why a low hum of violence rang throughout my days, why every time I held in this rage, it came back with fervent vengeance. I glanced behind me analyzing the demon triangle, in which magma sloshed about, tectonic plates increased its bubbling hate and earthquakes coaxed its action. The demon wanted to be released; it was only a matter of time.
By Thoughts2 years ago in Art
what does one do?
Wrong, wrong, wrong. Right, right, right. Confirmation, displeasure, stages, confusion. Amidst my conundrum I realized I had the answers at home. I somehow ended with the reality I never wished to get. Yet I wanted desperately. Sometime when I was younger I was told something was wrong. I thought I needed to change.
By Thoughts2 years ago in Art
The Whisper of the Waves: The Legend of the Blue Abyss
Under a starless sky, the schooner Aquila sailed the waters of the Atlantic towards Puerto Rico. The breeze, usually gentle and comforting, turned unsettling that evening, as if the sea held an ancient secret. As they ventured into the forbidden coordinates, the crew felt the compass begin to lose its consistency: the needle danced erratically, as if it were alive. It was then, amidst the waves, that a faint song emerged from the depths, resonating in the air.
By Joel Nicolas Niño Jimenez2 years ago in Art