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Goldilocks and The Family of Three. Content Warning.
In the middle of the English countryside, in a quiet and idyllic overgrown forest, there stood a little picturesque cottage. It had a thatched roof, a large window at the front and rear of the property and a white picket fence that surrounded it. There was a small garden patch at the front of the garden where stunning sunflowers grew, while a small number of vegetables and herbs grew in the back garden.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Untold Story of the Lubkuchenhexe. Content Warning.
The Great Famine revealed the true depths of human desperation. When humanity is pushed to the very edge, they tend to do one thing or the other - try to help as many from falling over or look out for themselves.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The horrifying bright yellow
The horrifying bright yellow ”They are down there in the water. I noticed multiple flashes of brilliant yellow shooting out from and then receding down below the surface, only to rise up again in a regular pattern. Like a dancing routine. Brightly yellow and lethal. Are they ridiculing us? The decaying, delicious odor of death is still trapped in my nose. We are locked here, and people are losing their minds.’
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Gratefulness
Chapter 1: The Darkest Day When eleven-year-old Daro woke up to the smell of smoke, he didn’t know it would be the day his life shattered. Flames consumed their small home in the quiet town of Magodu, claiming the lives of his parents. Rescuers found him clutching his mother’s scarf, his eyes wide with fear and sorrow.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
The Truth She kept
Alesia’s earliest memories were of laughter echoing through the sunlit kitchen of her childhood home, her mother Martina humming an old Italian tune as her father, Paolo, teased her for singing off-key. Their home, nestled in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Rome, was filled with warmth, love, and an almost tangible sense of joy.
By Seble Vittorio2 years ago in Fiction
The Future of Fiction: Exploring Digital and Interactive Storytelling
The landscape of storytelling is evolving at lightning speed. With the rise of digital platforms, readers are experiencing stories in ways never imagined before. No longer confined to the traditional print and paper medium, the world of fiction is being transformed by interactive experiences, visual novels, and immersive technologies. From interactive fiction apps to the allure of virtual reality (VR), digital storytelling is rapidly changing how narratives are told, consumed, and lived.
By Diana Crooks2 years ago in Fiction
Shake off Your Problems
It was a cold winter evening, and Rachel found herself sitting in her small, dimly lit apartment, staring out the window. The weight of the world seemed to rest on her shoulders. Her job was demanding, her relationships were strained, and her health was deteriorating. Life felt like an endless series of problems, each one heavier than the last. The constant stress had taken a toll on her spirit, leaving her feeling trapped in a whirlwind of worry.
By Usman Zafar2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Words
In the vibrant town of Sonargaon, known for its ancient heritage and serene rivers, lived Alisha, a young woman whose beauty was as captivating as the morning sun reflecting off a calm lake. But Alisha's allure was not confined to her physical appearance alone. Her kindness, intelligence, and infectious laughter made her the heart of the community.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
Book of Fates
Start writingIra got married. The wedding was held in her husband's village. And the next day the young wife fell ill... In the morning her temperature rose, and she started coughing. The mother-in-law suggested that she consult a local healer. - Why? - asked the daughter-in-law. - Just give me some cold medicine. - In the city, people poison themselves with pills, but here Mother Nature treats with herbs, spells, and prayers. Irina did not contradict her mother-in-law from the first days of her marriage and agreed. And she thought to herself: "I've ended up in the last century: fortune tellers, sorceresses..." The healer lived on the edge of the village. Ira entered her hut, and everywhere as far as the eye could see, herbs were drying, there was a smell of mold and some kind of acrid smoke. - Come in, daughter, - invited the healer.
By Arfiya khan 2 years ago in Fiction
