Adventure
"Roar and Howl"
Once upon a time, in a realm between daylight and dream, there lived two sibling spirits named Roar and Howl. Born of the same moonlit breath and the same sunlit sigh, they carved their way through the world with voices that could move mountains and stir oceans.
By Khurram Munir about a year ago in Fiction
The Last Light
The Last Light – A Story of “Luminous” There was once a village wrapped in quiet hills and thick, whispering woods. It was a place time had mostly forgotten. The world beyond it rushed ahead with noise and invention, but the people of Velden lived slowly, holding onto rhythms older than clocks.
By Terence Lisherabout a year ago in Fiction
Bread across barbed wire
The Weight of Sweat The summer sun scorched the rooftops as Kurt dragged himself home from school, sweating lines down his dust-covered face. upon arriving home, his mother woke up, who was taking a siesta rest break. She woke up and fried yesterday’s cooked beans by adding some tomatoes and served him the meal. After making his lunch, his mother told him to check upon his father, who did not come to the lunch, which was unusual.
By Ihtisham ul haqabout a year ago in Fiction
The 2099 Reset: How NASA's Secret Files Changed Everything. AI-Generated.
Legal Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. The author does not claim the truthfulness of any statements within.
By Myths Of Bouhiaabout a year ago in Fiction
I Sold My Reflection for a Wish
The Shop That Wasn’t There Yesterday It wasn’t there the day before. On Thursday morning, as I walked to work past the old textile mill on Gable Street—a route I’d taken every morning for the past six years—I noticed a small shop tucked between two boarded-up buildings. A crooked sign above the door read:
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mirror Only I Could See
I discovered the mirror when I was eleven. It wasn’t hidden behind a curtain or buried beneath the floorboards. It hung plainly in the hallway between my room and the laundry closet, a place so ordinary that no one paid attention to it — except me.
By Mian Nazir Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
A Friend
Have you ever met a true friend and then realized that the day you first met would be the last. That’s the way it was with me and Nightingale. I never found out his first name, but it didn’t matter. All of his friends only called him Nightingale. Let me tell you how we met.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
