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Where the River Forgets
The river was silent at times. It sighed and whispered at different times. However, today it remained silent, concealing secrets beneath its smooth surface.
By Ahmed Rayhanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Portrait of Silent Love
Deep within the heart of a dense forest, far from the reach of wandering eyes and sunlit paths, bloomed a wildflower. She wasn’t a flower of renown—no dazzling colors, no intoxicating fragrance. And yet, she was a symbol of silent beauty, a creation of nature that only solitude could nurture.
By Sadia Afrinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Roads We Weren’t Meant to Rush
We live in a world addicted to shortcuts. Fast lanes, express checkouts, overnight shipping, crash diets, and quick fixes. We’re conditioned to believe that the shortest distance between two points is not just the best path—it’s the only one worth taking.
By Habibullah khan about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Orchid Grove
In the heart of the ancient jungle where orchids glowed like lanterns and sunlight poured like golden rain, lived a young fox named Luma. She wasn’t the fastest in her litter, nor the bravest—but she was curious, more than any creature in her forest.
By ihsandanishabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Library
The world ended not with a bang, but with a slow, persistent silence. Fifty years ago, the Great Forgetting began. It wasn’t a war or a virus—just... loss. People woke up not remembering their names. Entire histories faded from minds, cultures collapsed not from conflict, but from erasure. No one knew why. It was as if knowledge itself had slipped through the cracks of human thought.
By Ashley Anthonyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir
The bell over the door tinkled with a sound as delicate as a whisper, despite its rusted spring and age. Elliot Travers stepped into the clock shop his grandfather had owned for nearly sixty years, inhaling the scent of varnished wood, oil, and time. It hadn’t changed in the two decades since he’d last visited as a boy—though the man who once stood behind the counter, stooped and grinning, was now gone.
By Ashley Anthonyabout a year ago in Fiction
Blades of Flame
In the mythical land of Kaenbara, where cherry blossoms fall even in winter and mountains sing ancient lullabies, there lived a warrior unlike any other—a cat named Hiroshi. Clad in red-and-gold samurai armor, his amber eyes gleamed with courage and wisdom beyond his feline years. He was not an ordinary cat, but the last of the Kogarashi Clan, protectors of balance in Kaenbara. Their enemies were many, but none as feared as the legendary Three Danger Dragons.
By Putulabout a year ago in Fiction
Benny the Bear’s Big New Friend
Deep in the middle of Pinecone Forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the flowers giggled in the breeze, lived a small bear cub named Benny.
By Muhammad Atifabout a year ago in Fiction
She was the strongest person I knew until I met her
There was a time when just her name made my chest feel heavy. Not from sorrow. Not even from remorse. It was the weight of admiration, the kind that comes from watching someone burn and still carry light for everyone else.
By Timeless Truthsabout a year ago in Fiction
In the Arms of the Night
The next morning, sunlight streamed through Mira’s window, casting warm patterns on the floor. Yet, despite the brightness of day, her mind kept drifting back to the night before — that profound quiet, the comforting darkness, the stars watching silently like ancient guardians.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
He Didn’t Die. He Just Disappeared Inside Himself.
They all said he just vanished. One day, he was the loudest laugh in the room, the guy who could pull you out of any dark mood with nothing but sarcasm and bad coffee. The next, he was a ghost behind his own eyes, breathing, walking, and answering when spoken to, but… gone.
By Timeless Truthsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fault in Our Stars – John Green
The hospital smelled like lemon disinfectant and quiet despair. Room 217 had been Mia’s reluctant second home for the past five months—an off-white cell with a view of a tree that only blossomed on one stubborn branch.
By Jawad Khanabout a year ago in Fiction