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Memory
All he had in his life was memory. The house sagged beneath the weight of years, timber groaning under rain and neglect. He moved through its narrow halls like a ghost, brushing dust from the shelves, touching remnants of lives once lived. Each object held her imprint, every shadow whispered her name.
By Vincent Otiriabout a year ago in Fiction
Duty
All he had in his life was duty. The armor leaned against the wall, dented and scratched by decades of war. Each mark was a story, a memory of battles fought under scorching suns and storm-filled skies. His hands trembled as he polished the breastplate, tracing the gouges like a map of every life he had taken, every friend he had lost.
By Vincent Otiriabout a year ago in Fiction
Silence
All he had in his life was silence. The hollow bell in the temple no longer sang; its bronze throat was cracked from years of neglect. Dust lay thick upon the altar, motes dancing lazily in the dying candlelight, like ghosts of prayers long forgotten. The incense he lit fought the air, sweet and sharp, but it could not mask the stench of absence.
By Vincent Otiriabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Billionaire: How Bernard Arnault Quietly Took Over the Luxury World
The Silent Billionaire: How Bernard Arnault Quietly Took Over the Luxury World In the glittering world of fashion, where bold designers and flamboyant icons often steal the spotlight, one man built the most powerful luxury empire on Earth with a demeanor that is almost the opposite of the industry he dominates: quiet, meticulous, and calculated. His name is Bernard Arnault, the chairman and CEO of LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton, and his story is a masterclass in subtlety, strategy, and the art of transforming heritage into global power.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
a bad sign
The long, white, seemed to somehow get closer together as they carried his view forward. The building had once been full of screaming kids and struggling parents. The kids wanted the right toy, the food not a focus till the toy was checked. The tantrums seemed to move around the room as more young customers opened their boxes, dug through the food to see what moulded plastic laid at the bottom.
By ASHLEY SMITHabout a year ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Cottage
Jan and Zack sat facing the ocean, huddled close, as the cool breeze blew on their back. The dog days of summer were ending. It had been everything that a summer could be. They had purchased their new home and moved in and still had another week to settle in before they would have to go back to work.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
On a rainy evening in a small Afghan village, the old postman, Rahim, carried a single envelope in his worn-out leather bag. For forty years, he had delivered countless letters—some carrying joy, others heavy with grief. But today’s letter felt different. It was addressed to a name that had long been forgotten in the village: “Amina.”
By Usman Ghaniabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ninth Spell Of The Sorceress
Introduction I follow The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook and am literally enchanted by many of the images that they share. I was thinking that maybe this should go into the Vocal Art Community, but it is a fictional story. Maybe I will do a piece on The Enchanted Booklet as they do find some impressive pictures to share.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Helper. AI-Generated.
In the narrow lanes of an old neighborhood, where life moved slowly and neighbors knew each other’s stories, there lived a widow named Shabana. She was in her late forties, with lines of worry etched across her face and eyes that often carried a distant sadness. After losing her husband to illness, Shabana found herself alone with two children to raise. Life had never been easy, but widowhood turned survival into a daily struggle.
By Muhammad Hussainabout a year ago in Fiction
