Adventure

AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Between Two Hearts
Introduction Between Two Hearts is a heartfelt romance novel centered on the complexities of love, identity, and sacrifice. It follows the story of two individuals from very different worlds, whose lives become intertwined in unexpected ways. Their journey explores what it means to love truly and deeply, even when circumstances threaten to pull them apart.
By Samiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day the World Stopped Using Mirrors
It began on a morning like any other. People rose from their beds, shuffled to their bathrooms, and discovered that their mirrors no longer worked. Not cracked, not clouded, not broken — simply blank. Glass still shined, but it reflected nothing. You could press your palm against it and see only the dim outline of your hand through the glass, like pressing against a window at night.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blind Seer
In the distant province of Thryven, far on the edge of the Zerathian Empire, there was a boy named Aelric. At birth, a crimson handprint appeared on his cheek — the unmistakable mark of the Witch-Queen Serenya. Every few generations, Serenya chose a child to embody her dual gift: a blessing and a curse, meant to remind mortals of both her mercy and her wrath. Though the Zerathians outlawed her worship, the people of Thryven carried on the secret rites, whispering the old prayers in hidden shrines. Meanwhile, the empire’s own god, the Thunder-Lord Orvak, tested his subjects in his own ruthless ways. From his earliest steps, Aelric’s gift revealed itself. Blindfolded, he could find any treasure near him without fail. Later, visions showed him where riches lay buried in far-off lands — lost mines, abandoned dens of dragons, vaults of fae, or even the hidden stores of thieves. Word of this prodigy reached Emperor Kaelros, who wasted no time in summoning Aelric to the capital city of Drennivar. It was there, within the emperor’s Western Tower, that the curse revealed its full force. Kaelros treated Aelric with courtesy, granting comforts to the boy and support for his family back home. Yet Aelric was kept hidden away, allowed to roam only the tower and its private courtyard, unseen by curious nobles who might covet his power. One day, a spoiled noble youth named Darian, the son of a lord, stumbled into the courtyard and mistook Aelric for a servant. When Aelric politely refused to escort him beyond the tower, Darian’s arrogance flared. He slapped the boy across the face, mocking the mark he bore. For the first time in his life, Aelric felt rage ignite in his heart. He rose to his feet, glaring at Darian. The noble sneered—until his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, convulsing violently on the stones. Within moments, blood streamed from his cracked skull, and his body lay still. Aelric stood frozen. He had not touched Darian — yet his anger had killed him. Then came the whisper, cold and intoxicating, slithering into his mind. The curse is power, child. Fear not. It is my gift to you. It was Serenya’s voice. -When Aelric confessed, Emperor Kaelros spared his life — though not without fear. The boy’s visions were priceless, but his lethal gaze was a danger no empire could risk. The emperor ordered his court sorceress, Miraen, to make Aelric safe. She drugged him into a deep sleep and, with trembling hands, burned out his eyes. But even blinded, Aelric did not despair. In his long, fevered dreams, Serenya came to him in many forms — maiden, mother, crone; snake, lioness, raven. She set before him trials of faith and anger, teaching him to embrace not just loss but the greater sight within. When he awoke, Aelric was changed. His third eye — the eye of the spirit — had opened. -For years, he continued to serve Kaelros, helping him uncover endless wealth. Yet secretly, Aelric was sharpening his true vision. He could now see beyond walls and distance, locating people across the empire with a single thought. The day came when his power could no longer be contained. With nothing but his mind, he struck down the Zerathian nobility, sparing only Kaelros — who lived on as his slave and a reminder of the empire’s downfall. Thus the Zerathian Empire crumbled, giving rise to the Thryven Dominion, with Aelric as its first king. To his people, he was known thereafter as The Blind Seer — the Bringer of Light. Yet Aelric himself found no triumph in conquest. Even as he ruled, he longed for a world where no one need be master or slave. Until his death, he used his gift quietly, healing, guiding, and aiding the powerless. He urged his heirs to follow the same path, warning them that unlike him, they bore no divine gift, only human frailty. But as generations passed, greed consumed his line just as it had the Zerathians before them. And so the cycle of power and downfall continued — though Aelric’s legacy lingered, a glimmer of hope that somewhere, someday, wisdom might outlast greed.
By Atiqbuddyabout a year ago in Fiction
River
Auther Name Hazratullah In the heart of the earth, far away from human eyes, a tiny drop of water was born. It seeped through the cracks of ancient stones, merged with others, and began to form a small stream. That humble trickle did not know that one day it would transform into a mighty river, carving valleys, nourishing forests, and carrying stories of civilizations upon its waves.
By Asmatullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dream Breaker. AI-Generated.
POV-Seyra “To stray from the Dream is to fall into silence. To burn against it is to burn against eternity." — Gray Faith Monastery Scripture
By Morpheus of Stoneabout a year ago in Fiction
Me, the Old Man, and the Mysterious Box
It's not like all the stories and dreams you usually have, and it's often paranormal, but this dream may have been a vision, not just a simple dream, despite its ambiguity. It could have been a prediction of the future, like what's happening now, which is just the beginning of all the phenomena occurring now, such as drought and war. It was a different night, and the dream was almost different. The feelings were also almost real because I was deeply affected, as if I were truly living in that dream. It's hard to imagine nightmares that feel so real. In the dream, I opened my eyes to smoke and barren land. There was no water or vegetation, just barren land cracked by drought and destruction.
By ABDOabout a year ago in Fiction
The Empty Chair
The empty chair was the most important seat at the table. It had been five years since Grandpa Jack passed, but his place at the head of the table was always set. A full plate, a polished fork, and his favorite, slightly chipped “World’s Best Grandpa” mug. It was our family’s quiet religion. A way of saying, You are still here with us.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Three days had passed since Alexander's father missed his birthday. Three days of careful conversations and avoided glances. Three days of Sydney sleeping in the guest room instead of going back to her apartment, though no one talked about why. Three days of Gran cooking elaborate breakfasts that no one ate and Grandpa Marcus taking longer and longer fishing trips.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Journey to the Center of the Galaxy
"How would capturing Earth enable Voltson Jepps to hold The Milky Way hostage?" Kevin asked. "Everything else in the galaxy depends on it as a cosmic circulatory system," Sillan explained.
By Po Iveyabout a year ago in Fiction
Rain control
My Dream Story Perhaps my life isn't like other people's, and my dreams are very strange and sometimes difficult or impossible to interpret. That night, I watched episodes of TV series or movies. I don't remember much, but I always watch a movie or TV series before bed. The important thing is that on that night, which was also different from other nights, I fell asleep at some point during the night. In the dream, I looked up at the sky and saw how clear it was. There were no clouds or rain. The drought was terrifying, and people's faces looked like they were in a war movie due to the scarcity of water. People were only given one amount of water per person per day.
By ABDOabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Waited by the Sea
The sea was a thief. It stole things from the land and held them hostage in its fathomless depths. But for Elara, it had stolen a future. Every day for twenty years, she walked down the winding path to the jagged cliffs overlooking the ocean. The townspeople of Port Caelum called her "the girl who waited," a title that had long since replaced her name. Her ritual was as predictable as the tides: she would arrive just before sunset, a solitary figure etched against the dramatic sky, and watch the waves for a sail that would never come.
By Express Laneabout a year ago in Fiction