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The Collector of Shadows
In the bustling trade city of Veridia, there lived a young tailor named Silas. Silas was incredibly talented; his hands could spin linen into garments fit for royalty. Yet, despite his talent, Silas was deeply miserable. He suffered from a chronic sickness of the mind: he could not stop comparing his life to others.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Fiction
The Garden of Broken Pottery
In the ancient, mist-shrouded province of Orai, there lived a legendary pottery master named Kazuki. People traveled from across the empire to buy his creations. Kazuki’s work was renowned not because his jars and vases were flawless, but because they possessed an inexplicable, soul-stirring beauty.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Fiction
Jill Manor, Part II: Reclamation
The rain pelted over the grassy cliff in sick and twisted drops of icy doubt. It did not fall calmly or with an ounce of love. It hung in the air, cold, deafening, and eternal, like a shroud of impending death blurring the lines between earth and sky the way her kisses melted his being and pulled him back through time to a place he had never been, but couldn’t leave. Not even in death.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 months ago in Fiction
The Town Where Nobody Ages
The Town That Shouldn't Exist I first heard about Blackridge from a retired journalist who refused to discuss it on record. We were sitting in a quiet café when he mentioned a town hidden deep within the mountains, a place that didn't appear on most maps and rarely welcomed outsiders. According to him, the town had remained unchanged for more than seventy years. Buildings never seemed to deteriorate. Businesses stayed open under the same owners. Most disturbing of all, nobody who lived there appeared to grow older.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
Guardian Angels 7
Kalin breathed in the relatively warm air as she stepped out of the airport, ignoring the stink of exhaust filling her senses. She blinked, narrowing her eyes against the bright sunlight filtering down to the line of cars, buses, and taxis waiting to pick up their passengers. She scanned the long line for her parents’ car, finally spotting the old blue minivan towards the end of the line. She set off, dragging her suitcase behind her as she lifted her other arm to wave.
By Phoenixica244 months ago in Fiction
People Started Receiving a Score Above Their Heads
The Numbers Appear Nobody knew exactly when it began. One ordinary Monday morning, people around the world woke up and discovered glowing numbers floating above their heads. The numbers hovered several inches above each person, visible to everyone but impossible to touch. They appeared in every country simultaneously, regardless of age, wealth, or social status. Some people had scores in the hundreds. Others had scores in the thousands. News channels interrupted regular broadcasts within minutes as confusion spread across the globe. Scientists searched for explanations while social media exploded with photographs and videos. Yet no one could explain what the numbers meant.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
Jill Manor
The dampened stone from Jill-Manor absorbed the sound of the constant rain as it pummeled overhead. Burying the world outside in a relentless cast of indominable rolling fog, just as it did the many, many secrets harbored within. In the four years since their marriage, Catherine and Thomas Wilke had lived in a constant state of mutually suffocating possession. Theirs was not a gentle, passive romance as many would think, it was a fierce, all-consuming affliction that they both suffered and died from, even in life.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 months ago in Fiction
