Fiction
Personal Reflections. AI-Generated.
In a distant future, on the planet of Eldoria, where technology had advanced beyond dreams, lived a girl named Mira. She was fourteen years old and often described herself as a curious explorer. Unlike her friends who indulged in virtual realities, Mira loved to wander the lush forests of Eldoria, where trees touched the sky and creatures of all shapes roamed.
By Hamad Afridi 8 months ago in Art
She Was Bullied for Being Ugly — 10 Years Later, They Begged for a Job
When Ananya was sixteen, someone created a fake social media account called “CaveGirl_Ananya.” They posted her worst photos — mid-blink, messy hair, acne unfiltered under cruel fluorescent classroom lights. The bio read: “Proof evolution can go backwards.”
By Maavia tahir8 months ago in Art
“Share Yourself (!)”
SHARE YOURSELF (!) It was the time after the Covid lockdowns, when the city reopened but many people did not quite return to their own lives. The story that follows was born from that atmosphere, where silence became habit and solitude learned to speak in a human voice.
By Peter Ayolov8 months ago in Art
I Died For 40 Minutes - Here's What It Taught Me About life
Dying doesn't normally give a person new life - yet that is exactly what happened to Patrick Charnley. He was a high-flying lawyer, who viewed downtime as "wasted time", restlessly pushing himself to success.
By Ibrahim Shah 8 months ago in Art
Clan MacBean. Content Warning.
It was an eerie lit night. As I wandered across the moors. To find myself following the pursuit of all those missing people. The 1,000 odd people missing over a few years. The seers had met me at the inn and discussed what they had seen, in their dreams, for they say it is a man missing with his 40 odd strong clan. They headed for the mountains. Wild folk. Disappearing messengers into thin air. Never seen again. Scarier than anything from hell. This thing is human. Goes by the name of Seany Bean. His clan of 40 people wild as they come. To what means of disappearance I cannot say. The seers allude to maybe witchcraft. Surely not. The ancient wizardry still lingers of the highlands. Where druids would rule, they would use magic against the beasts that roamed wild.
By Karl McBeath9 months ago in Art
The Story Of Silk
Long before silk became a symbol of luxury, elegance, and refined taste, it was simply a secret—guarded closely, whispered carefully, and protected fiercely by an ancient civilization. The story of silk is not merely about a fabric; it is a tale woven with legend, patience, innovation, and the quiet labor of tiny creatures that changed the course of human history.
By Ibrahim Shah 9 months ago in Art
Clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop
The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday that no one remembered clearly. It wasn’t broken—every gear was clean, every spring obedient—but time simply refused to move forward inside it. That was The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday s why people came.
By Ibrahim Shah 9 months ago in Art
House. AI-Generated.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her knees to her chest like if she made herself smaller maybe the world would feel less heavy pressing against her ribs. The room was loud with silence, the kind that hums in your ears and reminds you of every word you never said out loud. She wondered if people could see the cracks in her the way she felt them spreading, thin lines like glass about to give.
By Brittany Smith9 months ago in Art
Tom Morello: The Revolutionary Guitar Legend Shaping Modern Rock Music
Who Is Tom Morello? Born Thomas Baptist Morello on May 30, 1964, in Harlem, New York, Tom Morello grew up in Illinois before moving to Los Angeles to pursue music. He studied political science at Harvard University, a background that would later deeply influence his songwriting and activism.
By youssef mohammed9 months ago in Art
