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Listen, focus and concentrate. I am going to explain to you what happened and why. It hurts me to remember it and hurts more to say it out loud. So this will be the full sorry tale, there will be all the information you need and at the end there should be no questions. If I miss anything out you will have to ask someone else. I am getting old and tired, just want to get a few things off my chest before I go.
By ASHLEY SMITH9 months ago in Fiction
Shadows In The Mirror:. AI-Generated.
The reflect had usually been regular. A rectangle of glass framed in timber, hanging quietly on the wall of Saraâs bed room. For years, it had meditated not anything greater than her tired mornings, moved quickly evenings, and the occasional smile she forced earlier than leaving for paintings. however one iciness night time, as the wind rattled in opposition to the windowpanes, the replicate commenced to alternate.
By The Writer...A_Awan9 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger's umbrella. AI-Generated.
It changed into a rainy nighttime in Karachi, the form of downpour that makes the streets shimmer under flickering streetlights. Ayesha had just again domestic from her university lessons, shaking off the dampness from her Stolen as she stepped indoors. Her circle of relativesâs rental was quiet, her mom resting after dinner, her greater younger brother glued to his smartphone. the whole thing regarded everydayâtill she observed the umbrella.
By The Writer...A_Awan9 months ago in Fiction
Fractured Bond:. AI-Generated.
The Lopez family had continuously regarded normal to buddies. Their small house on Maple street carried the scent of home-cooked meals, the sound of laughter from kids, and the warm temperature of own family gatherings. but at the back of closed doorways, cracks had started out to formâcracks that no person desired to admit had been there.
By The Writer...A_Awan9 months ago in Fiction
Mending the silence:. AI-Generated.
The Alvarez own family had commonly been stated for his or her Sunday gatherings. friends widely recognized the laughter that spilled from their domestic, the aroma of meals drifting through open home home windows, and the warmth that appeared to radiate from inside. but at the back of the cheerful façade, cracks had commenced to spreadâcracks that threatened to interrupt them apart.
By The Writer...A_Awan9 months ago in Fiction
The Gospel of Gumption
The assignment from her editor was a footnote, a punishment for having annoyed a major advertiser. âGo to Gumption, Vermont,â the email read. âCover their âFall Furnival.â Yes, with a âU.â File 500 words on the quirky local color. Try not to poison the well.â
By Habibullah9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Café Before Midnight. AI-Generated.
The Last CafĂ© Before Midnight Rain didnât usually scare anyone in the city. But that night, it seemed heavierâlike the sky was trying to wash away something it couldnât name. The streetlights blurred into long yellow streaks, and the wind carried the smell of wet asphalt and loneliness.
By shakir hamid9 months ago in Fiction










