Fantasy
"The Last Secret"
"The Last Secret" Outside, the old mansion's windows were battered by the storm's ferocious winds and pouring rain. Inside, Lily paced the dark corridor with anxiety, her pulse pounding with every stride. Answers were promised in the letter she had just received that morning. solutions to the riddle that had plagued her family for many years. However, she could not get rid of the sensation that someone was watching her as she stood there, on the verge of learning the truth.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Heart
The first time Ahaan saw Meera, she was standing by the bookstore window, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the glass as she stared at the falling rain. He had seen beautiful women before, but there was something about her—a quiet sadness in her eyes, as if she carried the weight of unspoken stories.
By Gaurav Gupta2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Worlds
Chapter One: The Discovery of the Enchanted Book Adel had spent long hours in the old library, searching for inspiration for his university project. This library was his favorite place for study and contemplation, with its atmosphere of tranquility and mystery.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
Title: The Silent Letter. AI-Generated.
It was on a gray, overcast afternoon when Clara first found the letter. The rain tapped softly against the window, creating a rhythm that was almost hypnotic as she sipped her tea, her thoughts wandering like the droplets sliding down the glass. She was used to solitude, having grown accustomed to the quiet of her apartment ever since she had moved to the city. The isolation had become a sort of comfort, a place where she could hide from the world, reflect, and heal. But on this particular day, something was different.
By Afifa Sultana2 years ago in Fiction
Pokémon Arrivals at Disneyland
Ash Ketchum adjusted his cap as he stepped off the monorail and into Disneyland, with Pikachu perched excitedly on his shoulder. The sun was bright, casting golden hues over the iconic Sleeping Beauty Castle. The air buzzed with laughter, and the sweet scent of churros drifted through the crowds. But today wasn’t just any visit to the happiest place on Earth; today, Pokémon were officially invited to Disneyland for the first time in history.
By Hilda Mwangi2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of New Blood. Content Warning.
BLUE DEMON I can still taste death in the air, like cigarette ashes on my tongue. The flames that rose on my father left patches of missing skin. His oils from his body didn’t help with the stiff, leathery, charred-black skin that never grew back. It smelt like bleach and gasoline with a sharp stench of acrid. A vacant body. More like a dissolved shell. Midnight falls and I look out my Hexagon shaped window, thinking to myself. If I only listened to mom, he would still be here. I could smell the sour blood that stained the wooden Oak tree. I could only see the shadows of my late father sprinting through the woods. My mother, Emillia, doesn't believe in the soul running freely after one’s physical body is dismantled. She would say that's the devil's work. When my father would run off doing rituals with los Muertos, My mother would grip her silver, metal cross in her hands and shut her eyes while reciting words that would bring her to weeping tears. “Please forgive him lord, for he has sinned a great sin.” Falling to her knees and crying out to the lord. Though My father Daniel, was a believer of God, but more spiritual than religious. My father believed in blessing the rooms with sage, and praying to God but also to deities. One moment he would pray to God for prosperity, and when God didn’t answer him as fast as he wanted, the deities acted on his timing. It feels like it was only yesterday, where I would smell the musky, savory, forest-like scent, and white smoke coming from a green, thick, grassy wand. “I call upon Elegua, illustrious warrior and divine messenger of the Yoruba pantheon. I ask for your protection and guidance on our journey through life. Grant my family and I health, safety, and success with utmost importance. Bless me with a shield against negative energies or evil eyes that may harm me. Help me defeat any enemies or obstacles in my path so I can use all the amazing gifts life presents. May the sacred act of lighting your candle bring great possibilities into my present and future. Ashe.”
By Angel Aguilar2 years ago in Fiction
The Foundation of Family Begins with Love
What you give to a woman will return to you. A man who believes he can safeguard his children while waging war on their mother is living in a dream world. The love, respect, or hurt that he shows his partner will always be returned to him through his children. This thing is just plain unavoidable. Our home is the emotional and spiritual backbone of our homes, the mental health of a woman dictates the emotional health of everyone involved.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
