Adventure
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 2
The note sat on the kitchen counter, right beside Mara’s chipped coffee mug, as if it belonged there—like a bookmark slipped into a morning ritual. She hadn’t slept much. Her mind kept replaying the words from the letter, the curve of the handwriting, the way it had been folded so precisely, so carefully.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Window That Shouldn’t Exist — What I Found Inside My Grandmother’s Attic Changed Everything
She Left Me the House — and a Question When my grandmother passed away, I inherited her creaky, ivy-covered house in upstate New York. She had lived there for 53 years — a widow for most of them, a mystery to even her closest neighbours.
By Sohanur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Play That Killed the King
The first draft was stained with ink and wine. Matteo Bellini, the finest playwright in Venice—some whispered in all of Italy—leaned back in his carved walnut chair as the last candle on his desk flickered low. The lagoon winds whispered against the arched windows of his studio, high above the Piazza San Marco.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Widow’s Watch – Chapter Two
The following evening, Jonah found himself once again standing at the base of Greystone Manor. The ivy-clad tower loomed above, its silhouette bleeding into the graying sky. He didn’t know what drew him back—curiosity, guilt, or something unspoken whispering through the wind.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
Dodge Tanner’s Highly Unrecommended Travelogue - #116: Mushrooms, Mistakes, and Mad dashes
Dodge had made this trip enough times to consider himself an expert at gathering Stonecap Fungus. Always with a single firm twist, no pulling, tearing, or cutting. Respectful pace. Easy enough.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
