Adventure

The Clockmaker’s Gift
In a small cobblestoned town in the middle of two green hills lived an old clockmaker, Elias Thorn. His workshop, tucked at the corner of Willow Street, was a symphony of crushing sounds - hundreds of clocks, ticking with a life of their own.
By Nusuki12 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Son. AI-Generated.
Before there were clocks, there was a man who listened to silence. His name was Alaric Harrow, and in the quiet town of Bellgrave, he was known only as The Clockmaker’s Son.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
When Time Sleeps. AI-Generated.
The world had forgotten the sound of ticking. It had been three hundred and twenty-one years since the Great Reset — the day the sky burned gold and the rivers began to flow forward again. Humanity called it The Dawn of Stillness.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The City That Forgot Time. AI-Generated.
The morning it began, the sun rose twice. At first, nobody noticed. The city was always half awake, its towers glowing with endless neon, its people buried in holographic screens.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The train was then long gone from the station, but Ava was still standing, still holding old, yellowed envelope in her fingers. The paper was soft from being opened and folded too many times. The words inside had faded, but she didn't even need to read them anymore - she knew them by heart.
By Nusuki12 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir. AI-Generated.
The world had changed. Cities no longer slept under stars — they hummed under neon skies and digital light. People didn’t wear watches anymore; they wore time like software, implanted beneath their skin.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heart. AI-Generated.
In the center of a forgotten town stood a little shop called Harrow & Timepieces, its wooden sign creaking softly in the wind.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
Fees for Driving Licences and Grant of Pension
My grandchildren laughed when I took driving lessons. And I just know it's never too late to dream. I went to my first class with a notebook and pen, like a student. The room was full of young people. Most of them looked at me furtively, some with amusement, as if waiting for me to trip over my own feet.
By piotrmak12 months ago in Fiction
The Promise of the Wind: Chapter Two
All that said, there was a fairytale, or rather a folktale of how everything in Almata had made a one-hundred-eighty degree turn, from what was known as the good old days to the bad ones.
By Alana Zian12 months ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Midnight. AI-Generated.
The town of Ravenhollow was known for two things — its fog that never lifted, and the lighthouse that never went dark. Perched on the cliffs like a guardian angel turned to stone, it had watched over the sea for more than two centuries.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Price of the Aesthetic
For Elara, Dark Academia wasn’t just a style; it was a religion. She didn’t just design rooms; she curated sanctuaries for the intellectual soul. Her signature was a perfect, brooding blend of mahogany bookshelves, cracked leather armchairs, vintage globes, and the lingering scent of old paper and ambition. Her clients were wealthy professionals who wanted to look like they’d inherited a library from a 19th-century Oxford don.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
Here Lie Baby Dragons
A bump in the road was enough to wake Pip up. He wasn’t usually a light sleeper, but the City of Dragons filled his dreams and wouldn’t let him rest. The night before, he had booked passage on a merchant’s wagon with his last few coppers. He was reminded of this every time he tucked his hands into his empty pockets for warmth. But the warmth was hard to come by. His clothes were tattered, and they let in the cold wind. This made him long for the fireplace back home, but he couldn’t turn back now. He left that life for a better one. As the sun rose, it warmed him, and his face came alive even though it was caked in dirt. It was going to be okay.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind12 months ago in Fiction