Fantasy
Stinky Pinky
A long time ago, a giant boat spilled tons of magical pink sugar and secret chemicals right into the ocean. The waves whipped me, the sun baked me, and Poof! I drifted right up from the waves. A pure, majestic (obviously gorgeous) ball of sentient pink fluff!
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Fiction
The Messages From Tomorrow Part 3
The metal door moved exactly one inch. Not more. Not less. Just one inch. The moment the student touched the handle, the strange humming behind the door suddenly stopped. The abandoned railway station fell completely silent. Even the rain outside seemed quieter, as if the entire building had paused to watch what would happen next. His hand remained on the cold metal while his eyes stayed fixed on the man standing behind him.
By Muhammad Ayaan 4 months ago in Fiction




