Stellan Bergström
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Stories (7/0)
Embracing Serendipity
It was a cool autumn afternoon, and I was walking to the bookstore to buy a new novel. The air was crisp, and the leaves rustled beneath my feet as I ambled along the sidewalk. This was a typical weekend for me, as I often sought refuge in the world of literature to escape my mundane routine. I was lost in my thoughts, imagining what new stories and adventures awaited me.
By Stellan Bergströmabout a year ago in Confessions
The Enchanted Journey
As the first stars appeared in the evening sky, a group of passengers boarded Bus 264, heading to a remote countryside retreat. The bus navigated through the bustling city, leaving behind the skyscrapers and traffic in favor of the open road and rolling hills. The journey ahead promised serenity and adventure, and the atmosphere on board was filled with anticipation and hope.
By Stellan Bergströmabout a year ago in Fiction
Celestial Connection
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the passengers aboard Flight 3128 found themselves suspended in a realm between day and night. The twilight sky painted a canvas of violet, pink, and orange, which the passengers admired through the oval windows of the aircraft. The flight was on schedule, and the atmosphere inside was a mixture of excitement and anticipation. With a long night ahead, the passengers settled into their seats, some pulling out books, others headphones, preparing for the journey that would take them across the vast expanse of the ocean.
By Stellan Bergströmabout a year ago in Fiction
Mirror of Shadows
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the image before me. A woman, eerily similar to myself, but with subtle differences that unsettled me to my core. She wore a cruel smile, her eyes a shade darker than mine, filled with malice. I blinked, and she blinked in unison, as if to mock my disbelief.
By Stellan Bergströmabout a year ago in Horror
The Dill Brigade's Artful Adventure
Chapter 1: Meeting Samara Oscar was sitting in his room, tinkering with one of his many inventions. It was a bright, sunny day outside, but he couldn't be bothered to go out and play. His mom had been nagging him to go outside and find something to do, but what was there to do? There were no kids in the neighborhood that Oscar was friends with, and he preferred to stay indoors, working on his brilliant creations.
By Stellan Bergströmabout a year ago in Families