Adventure
The Hunter in the Mist. AI-Generated.
The forest road was golden that evening — washed in dying light, leaves whispering like old secrets. Jonas Vale, a solitary hunter, had walked these woods for twenty years. He knew every broken branch, every deer track, every breath of wind.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlight Over the Broken Village
The war had ended, but the silence it left behind was a different kind of weapon. The village of Oakhaven was a skeleton of its former self. Houses were scorched shells, the old stone bridge lay in the river like a broken spine, and the hearts of the people were as shattered as the windows they once looked through.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Leo, the Wise King of the Jungle. AI-Generated.
Deep in the heart of the Sundarban jungle, where sunlight danced on the canopy and streams sang to the rocks, lived Leo, the mighty lion. Known far and wide as the king of the jungle, Leo was not just strong and fierce — he was wise, fair, and respected by every creature, from the tiniest ant to the soaring eagles.
By Ishaq khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Level: Infinite
Light flashed around me. Buzzers rang, bells dinged. The air was thick with the scent of hot chips, a sausage roll that had clearly overstayed its welcome in the heat cabinet, and the unmistakable tang of teenage sweat. Every few seconds, a puff of fairy-floss vapour drifted past—courtesy of one guy who thought he was being subtle about his vape.
By Carolyn Sternesabout a year ago in Fiction
Across The Merderet. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I sped off to the recruiting post in Galena. Even though my birth certificate at St. Michaels said that Joseph F. Higgins was Born 1927 not 1926 like I told the recruiter, I wasn’t going to let that one year stop me. Hell or high water I was going to be a paratrooper.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lonely Moon and the Dancing Stars
The Moon was a creature of quiet grace and perfect order. She followed her path across the sky with a serene and constant rhythm, bathing the world below in a soft, silver light. But in her heart, she carried a quiet sorrow. She was lonely.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction








