Young Adult
Echoes of the Forgotten
Echoes of the Forgotten A Journey Through Memory and Regret The rain poured down in sheets, casting the old town in a cold, gray haze. The streets were slick with water, the cobblestones reflecting the dim glow of street lamps that flickered weakly against the storm. In the heart of the town stood a crumbling mansion, its once-proud facade now covered in ivy and years of neglect. The windows, dark and empty, seemed to stare out at the world with an expression of quiet sorrow.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Chapters
Madam Arden's House of Illusions and Magic
Chapter 1 Artemis Mallory Ferrier I didn’t intend to buy anything or to become involved in any way, shape, or form. But the sales associate was excellent; against my will, his patter reeled me in, like a dog on a leash desperately trying to avoid a bath—maybe more like a fish on a line. Worse, I enjoyed it and paid for my items with my own money.
By TM Skilton2 years ago in Chapters
The True Story of the Niland Brothers Who Inspired ''Saving Private Ryan''
This heart-wrenching story of sacrifice, family and duty Steven Spielberg's iconic 1998 film Saving Private Ryan is considered one of the most impactful war flicks of all time. The movie mesmerized all the world with its gritty and realistic brutal depiction of the horrors of World War II, especially the craziness of the D-Day landings. Although the story of Private James Francis Ryan was fictitious, it was based on the true story of the Niland brothers. the tragic loss of life and in war, horrific choices that follow.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Chapters
The Echo of Their Words
There are words we hear so often that they begin to shape us. Not because they’re true, but because repetition has a way of sinking into our bones, making us question everything we are. When someone you love, someone whose approval you unconsciously seek, tells you over and over again that you’re not enough, you start to wonder if they’re right.
By Evelyn Grace2 years ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 4. Top Story - March 2025.
Max watched the detention unit for the next twenty-four hours, still dismayed by the age and appearance of the prisoner dubbed highly dangerous and of utmost importance to the group. She looked like she belonged in a freshmen dorm somewhere, not being treated like the world’s most dangerous terrorist. He sat in his office, watching the detention officers regularly circle the barrier field around her living space. She would watch them go around, as they checked the barrier field. She would follow their movements, and she complied with instructions when brought meals.
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Chapters
Tarot and Oracle Reading
The Crow Tarot : 3 card spread 1. The 2 of Cups A truly harmonious partnership. Two crows share the water energy as it flows between two cups and a divided heart. Negotiation to maintain a healthy balance and equally satisfying relationship, in romantic fashion or in business. This card represents a karmic connection.
By Sarah Wilcox2 years ago in Chapters
Mississippi Dreams
It was 1958, in the small town of Greenwood, Mississippi. Julianne was 10 years old. She had lived with her grandparents since she was a baby, ever since her dad passed in a car accident. She didn't have many memories of him, most came from a picture she had of him holding her that she kept on her nightstand and a dress and matching hat he had bought her. She had long outgrown it, yet she refused to get rid of it, it had come from her dad.
By Judith Jascha2 years ago in Chapters
How to Protect Your Leather Jacket from Cracking?
A leather jacket is a timeless wardrobe staple, whether a classic men’s Air Force shearling leather jacket or a trendy spikey jacket for women. However, leather can lose its natural oils without proper care, leading to dryness and cracking. Protecting your investment requires routine maintenance, storage, and conditioning to ensure longevity. In this guide, we’ll explore expert tips on preventing leather jacket cracking and what steps to take if your jacket starts to show signs of damage.
By Sheepskin Leathers2 years ago in Chapters
Drifting Between Worlds. AI-Generated.
Ethan Carter didn’t move for a long time. His reflection in the window stared back at him—an older, wearier version of himself that he didn’t recognize. His heart pounded in his ears, his breath shallow. “This—this doesn’t make sense,” he murmured, stepping away from the window. The man in the brown coat—Ethan still didn’t know his name—watched him with measured patience. “It’s not supposed to. Not yet.” Ethan clenched his fists. “You said I was being shown something. By who? Why?” The man sighed, as if debating how much to say. “This isn’t random, Ethan. You’re moving through places, but you’re also moving through yourself. Every city you wake up in isn’t just another stop—it’s a piece of the puzzle. A memory. A truth you’ve been avoiding.” Ethan’s stomach twisted. “That’s bullshit. I’ve never even been to Barcelona before yesterday. And London? The last time I came here, I was fifteen.” The man raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Ethan opened his mouth to respond—but the words died in his throat. Because was he sure? The last few days—or weeks?—had thrown everything he knew into question. His past no longer felt solid. The more he tried to recall exact moments—his last real conversation with his sister, his last day at work, even what he had eaten before bed that night in Chicago—the more it all blurred together. His fingers curled around the newspaper again. Missing for three weeks. Three weeks that he had no memory of. His pulse quickened. He needed to breathe. Needed to think. Pushing past the man, Ethan strode toward the nightstand, searching for anything familiar. He yanked open the drawer. His hands froze. Inside was a photograph. It was old, edges worn, the colors faded. But it was unmistakable. Him and his father. A lump formed in his throat. The photo was from when he was a kid—maybe eight or nine. He was grinning up at his dad, a tooth missing from his smile, while his father ruffled his hair. Behind them, the London Eye stood tall, a reminder of their last vacation together before everything had fallen apart. Ethan’s breath hitched. He hadn’t seen this picture in years. It had been lost when they moved out of their childhood home. So how was it here? His fingers tightened around the edges of the photo. “What the hell is this?” The man in the brown coat remained by the door, watching. “Your past is calling you.” Ethan swallowed hard. “I don’t understand.” The man took a step forward. “Your mind is fractured. There are things you’ve locked away—things you weren’t ready to face. But you can’t run from them anymore.” Ethan shook his head. “That’s not—” He exhaled sharply, his grip on the photo trembling. “I don’t remember any of this. I don’t remember losing time. I don’t remember forgetting my own life.” The man studied him. “Because you buried it.” Ethan’s breath stalled. Buried it. The words sent a cold shiver through him. He looked at the photo again. A memory surfaced. Not just of the trip—but of the fight. The way his father had yelled that last night in London. The way Ethan had cried, curled up in bed, wishing he could be anywhere else. Wishing he could disappear. And then, years later, he had. His father had died. His sister had moved on. And Ethan had let himself drift through life, never staying in one place for too long, never fully being anywhere. Always running. His fingers tightened around the photograph. The man in the brown coat tilted his head. “You’re waking up, Ethan. Slowly, but surely.” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “And what happens when I fully wake up?” The man gave a small, almost sad smile. “You’ll have to decide if you want to keep running—or if you’re finally ready to heal.” Ethan swallowed hard. For the first time since this nightmare began, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer.Start writing...
By Sandra Amiedor2 years ago in Chapters
