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Daughter of the Wolf.
đșđșđșđșđș They named me DrĂłttning. Queen! I am a daughter of the forest. I cannot remember a time when I was not here running wild with the wolves. đșI heard them calling me from the depths of my mother's womb. I knew that they would come for me.
By Antoni De'Leon11 months ago in Fiction
The House That Remembered Me
When I drove up the old gravel road, I almost didnât recognize it. The house stood at the top of the hill, leaning slightly to one side, its paint worn thin by the years. The porch railing was missing two slats, and the wind chimes my mother hung decades ago now sang in a language of rust and memory.
By sunaam khan11 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door
Thereâs something eerie about old housesâthe way they hold their breath when you walk through them, the way silence feels heavier than sound. Leo wasnât a superstitious man, but the cottage he moved into that autumn felt alive in a way that unsettled him. It was a charming, lopsided thing built in the late 1800s, nestled between overgrown pines at the edge of a rural village. It had a stone fireplace, windows that rattled in the wind, and the faint smell of lavender and dust that lingered in the halls.
By Karl Jackson11 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours â a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
A Boy Who Sent Wishes to the Moon
Leo was a boy who lived in a world that was often too loud and too fast. His parents were busy, his classmates were noisy, and the constant hum of the city was a blanket that smothered quiet thoughts. But Leo had a secret: he was friends with the Moon.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Star That Disappeared â A Story About Choices and Redemption. AI-Generated.
The Star That Disappeared â A Story About Choices and Redemption There was once a boy whose laughter could light up even the darkest nights. His name was Adam, and among his friends, he was known as the star. Not because he was perfect, but because his spirit shone brighter than anyone elseâs. He dreamed big, helped everyone, and believed that every choice could shape a better future.
By Sultan Alkhyeli11 months ago in Fiction
What Charlie Said
Standing before the entry point to the past, I knew Charlie was right. She always was. Staring at the plain white door at the end of the long doorway, there was a sense of eerie foreboding in the air, that I could taste like acridity on my tongue. It felt as I imagine it felt for Danny in The Shining when he sees blood flow down the corridor of the Overlook towards him. There was no blood. My overactive imagination was firmly kept in check.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Midnight Room
Echoes in the Midnight Room The first time Marisol heard the whisper, she was alone in her apartment. The clock had just struck midnight, and the city outside lay quiet, only the distant hum of a car or two disturbing the silence. Sheâd sat down at her writing desk to draft lyrics for a new song â but what came through her headphones was not the track sheâd recorded.
By Wings of Time 11 months ago in Fiction
