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The Quiet That Saved the World ☮️
"They called it peace—while missiles rained from the sky." "They claimed justice—while entire nations bled beneath their boots."
By Leah Brookeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Silence
The Man Who Sold Silence Genre: Magical Realism / Social Commentars In the heart of the noisiest city on earth, where car horns argued and people talked to be heard over their own thoughts, he appeared.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wandering Mind of Willow
In a quiet meadow surrounded by silver birch trees and soft rolling hills, there lived a rabbit named Willow. He was not like the other rabbits who spent their days hopping around collecting food or playing in the sun. Willow was different. He had a habit—some called it strange, others charming—of getting lost in his thoughts.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Joy
In a meadow kissed by golden sunlight, nestled between whispering trees and a winding stream, lived a butterfly named Zara. She wasn't just any butterfly — her wings shimmered with the colors of sunrise and sunset, with flecks of silver and blue that sparkled when she flew. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made her special. Zara was known across the valley for something even more wonderful — she loved playing with flowers, all the time, every day.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Kindness
Once upon a time, in a lush green forest nestled between tall mountains and flowing rivers, there lived a tiny ant named Aroo. Aroo was small even by ant standards, but his heart was full of curiosity and kindness. He spent his days collecting food, exploring tree roots, and greeting all the creatures he met along the way.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Royal Legacy of King Barkley
Once upon a time, in a faraway realm hidden beyond icy mountains and ancient forests, there reigned a noble king unlike any the world had seen. His name was King Barkley, a Golden Retriever of majestic stature and unmatched wisdom. With his gleaming golden coat, kind eyes, and a crown that shimmered in the sunlight, King Barkley ruled the Canine Kingdom of Arvendale, a land where dogs of all breeds lived in peace, honor, and unity.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Hey, I See You
Right. I need to shower. That’s it. That’s the task. I’ve got somewhere to be later, lunch, birthday, family - so the very least I can do is show up clean. Doesn’t even have to be glam. Just scrubbed enough to pass as socially acceptable.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Endless summer
"One quick weekend and I'll be back to work," Victoria promised her manager, asking for a replacement. She had to go to Devon to take care of some final paperwork she'd been putting off for the past few months after her grandmother's death.
By Tina's Blossom Lifeabout a year ago in Fiction
My Uncle Took Everything—Even My Father’s Throne. AI-Generated.
They buried my father with a golden pen in his hand. He used to say, “You don’t need a sword when you control the signature.”
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Love
A Cold Platform It was 8:30 pm on a grey November night in London. The crowd at St. Pancras Station moved like waves — purposeful, busy, and unaware of the quiet hearts that passed among them. Anna Morgan stood on Platform 6, her breath visible in the cold, clutching a cup of lukewarm coffee and a worn leather satchel. Her train — the 8:47 pm Eurostar to Paris — was the last one that night.
By Aman Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Where the Silence Speaks
The morning mist clung to the edges of the abandoned pier as Mara pressed her palm against the cold wooden railing. The salt-tinged air floated into her lungs, and for a moment, she let the ache relax around her shoulders. A year ago, she wouldn’t have imagined that this place once their secret haven would still haunt her so completely.
By Rameez Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
💔 Echoes Beneath the Ice💔
🌌 The Night the Ocean Held Its Breath The stars hung too still that night, as if the sky itself was waiting to drown. Eliza Thornton stood at the railing of the Titanic, breath misting in the cold, her gloves clutching the iron like they could hold her together. Below, the Atlantic looked like black glass—unbroken, unreadable. Behind her, faint music drifted, but none of it reached her heart. Her heart was with him.
By Leah Brookeabout a year ago in Fiction