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The Last Phone Call:. AI-Generated.
The cellphone rang just after midnight. A shrill sound that cut through the silence of the house. Anna reached for it, half-asleep, looking ahead to a incorrect wide variety. instead, she heard her father’s voice. It become trembling, moved quickly, and packed with worry.
By The Writer...A_Awan10 months ago in Fiction
Escaped at Midnight... AI-Generated.
The clock struck midnight while Amal tightened the straps of her worn backpack. The room become silent except for the faint hum of the generator outside. Her mom’s eyes glistened as she whispered, “It’s time.” Amal nodded, her coronary heart pounding like a drum. this night time was the night time she would go away the entirety at the back of — her domestic, her youth, her united states — looking for freedom.
By The Writer...A_Awan10 months ago in Fiction
Real-Life Superpowers: The People Who Are Basically X-Men
If you’re anything like me, you probably spent a lot of your childhood (and maybe even some of your adult life) wishing for superpowers. I always dreamed of teleportation, mostly for very practical reasons. Imagine sleeping until two minutes before you need to clock in, then zipping straight to work! Or being able to eat that amazing street food in Tokyo, then have dessert in Paris, all without dealing with airport security and airfares. Talk about convenience! Funnily enough, there were a few powers I definitely didn't want. Flying seemed cold, and I figured people would probably try to shoot down random objects in the sky. Invisibility? Too risky, I don't want to get hit by a car that can't see me! And reading minds? No thanks. I’m fine not knowing if someone secretly dislikes my new shirt.
By Areeba Umair10 months ago in Fiction
THE LAST VOICE NOTE SHE LEFT ME
Her name was Ayla, and for three years, she had been the brightest part of my small, quiet life. We weren’t dating. We weren’t siblings. We were something in between—two broken kids who accidentally became each other’s lifelines.
By Muhammad Kashif 10 months ago in Fiction
Rebuilding Broken Bonds
The first time Maria used, it was supposed to be just one hit. A way to quiet the noise in her head—the bills, the crying baby, the husband who’d already started sleeping elsewhere. She sat in her bathroom, the tile cold under her legs, and told herself it was just this once.
By Crystal Bowie10 months ago in Fiction
Rebuilding Broken Bonds
Maria used to measure her days in deadlines and dinner tables—late nights at the office, then rushing home to tuck her two little ones into bed. But when heroin found its way into her life, everything blurred. First came the job loss, then the eviction notice, and finally, the sound of her children’s voices fading as the state took them away.
By Crystal Bowie10 months ago in Fiction
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold For three days, the border had been filled with fire, smoke, and fear. Then the ceasefire came — a thin thread of hope, fragile like glass. For the first time in seventy-two hours, the guns went quiet. Families returned from camps. Soldiers stepped back from their positions. Reporters lowered their cameras.
By Wings of Time 10 months ago in Fiction
Fishing at the Edge of the World
I was disappointed when I caught a star-tinged guppy at the edge of the Earth. A space whale, or at least something bigger than my hand, would have been nice to show my village. But that’s not how the day went, and looking back, I should have been thankful I didn’t die out there. I was young and naïve, thought I could do it all alone. Boy, was I wrong.
By Melodramatic Maladies of the Mystical Mind10 months ago in Fiction
