Fantasy
Heartly Botanical: The Angel Camellia
Prologue A young man with light brown skin stood in front of a full body mirror. He adjusted his black tie before tucking it in his elaborate black vest with its white floral patterns. Putting in his sapphire cufflink on his left wrist, he noticed his light brown hair was slightly unevenly combed. Rolling his hazel eyes, he combed his hair back four times. Satisfied, he winked at his reflection and grabbed his white suit jacket. “Ry. Ryan. Ryan!” he stepped towards the doorway, noticed whimpering, and ran to the connecting room.
By Christopher Shavers2 years ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Door. AI-Generated.
The door had always been there. Silent. Stubborn. Forgotten. It stood in the heart of the ancient library, its wood carved with intricate symbols that time had nearly erased. Scholars and seekers passed it by daily, sparing only a cursory glance before returning to their ink-stained fingers and brittle parchment. No record mentioned its purpose, no key had ever been found, and no one had dared to open it.
By Zeeshan zaidi2 years ago in Fiction
The Lottery Ticket
Genre:Mystery/Thriller Opening Scene: David Brooks, a middle-aged office worker experiencing a streak of bad luck, trudges home after an exhausting, dull day at work. He stops by a convenience store out of habit and purchases a lottery ticket with the last few dollars he has in his wallet. It’s a customary act—he never thinks he’ll actually win.
By Rabia Rizwan2 years ago in Fiction
The Common Tongue
Bimpe and Papa Legba had been walking together for three hours when they crossed paths with another traveler – a merchant driving his cart. The beast pulling his cart looked like a buffalo, but Bimpe didn’t think any merchant was crazy enough to try and yoke a widow-maker to their wares. But, if the beast pulling the merchant’s cart was strange, the merchant himself was stranger.
By T. A. Bres2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Love and Destiny
The mansion had crumbled into silence, leaving behind a graveyard of memories and secrets buried in ash and rubble. Elena and Adrian stood at the edge of the ruins, their fingers interlaced, as the golden dawn broke through the veil of night. But the warmth of the sun did little to chase away the chill that had seeped into their souls.
By Gaurav Gupta2 years ago in Fiction
THAT DAY
That Day The air was thick with the scent of rain, though the storm had long passed. Puddles shimmered under the flickering streetlights, reflecting the skeletal branches of leafless trees. The town was quiet, unnervingly so, as though it had exhaled its last breath and was waiting, just waiting.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
5 Best Time Travel K-Dramas on Netflix
Korean dramas never fail to deliver compelling stories that keep viewers hooked. Among the many genres, time-travel K-dramas hold a special place for their ability to blend mystery, romance, and suspense into one thrilling package. If you’re a fan of time-traveling adventures and love exploring alternate realities or reliving the past, Netflix offers some exceptional K-dramas that fit the bill. Here's a curated list of the five best time-travel K-dramas on Netflix you should add to your watchlist. --- 1. The King: Eternal Monarch
By INFO INSIDER 2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Silence
Follow this link for part 2 of this story. The park lights flickered faintly as Aarav sat on the cold bench, his breath visible in the chill of the night. His mind drifted, not to the park around him but to Meera—the unexpected encounter at the café, the words they had shared, and the silence that lingered between them afterward. Why had she come back the second time? Why did she say she was still trapped in her chaos? Aarav found himself grappling with emotions he thought he had buried. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone. Without allowing himself to hesitate, he scrolled to Meera’s number. Would she answer? The dial tone felt like an eternity, each second weighing on his heart. Finally, she picked up. "Aarav?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. "Meera," he breathed, relief washing over him. "I wasn’t sure if you’d answer." "Neither was I," she admitted, a faint hint of a smile in her tone. "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," he said quickly, then corrected himself. "Everything. I don’t know. I just... I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation." There was a pause, the kind that held more meaning than words could. "I couldn’t either," Meera said finally. "It’s strange, isn’t it? After all these years, we sit across from each other and realize the cracks never really healed." Aarav leaned back, his head resting against the cold wood of the bench. "Maybe we weren’t supposed to heal completely. Maybe we’re supposed to learn how to live with them." "Do you think that’s possible?" Meera asked, her voice tinged with doubt. "I don’t know," he admitted. "But I think we owe it to ourselves to try." Meera sighed on the other end of the line. "You know, Aarav, I’ve spent so much time pretending I was fine. Telling myself I was over it, over you, over everything. But sitting across from you yesterday... I realized how much I’ve been lying to myself." The honesty in her words hit him like a wave. "I’ve been lying to myself too," he confessed. "I told myself I didn’t need anyone. That I was better off alone. But the truth is, I’ve been running from everything—our past, my guilt, even my own emotions. And I’m tired, Meera. I’m so tired." There was another pause, but this one felt different. It was heavy with unspoken understanding, a shared acknowledgment of their pain. "Where are you right now?" Meera asked suddenly. Aarav glanced around. "At the park near my apartment. Why?" "Stay there," she said. "I’m coming." --- It didn’t take long for Meera to arrive. Aarav watched as she approached, her coat wrapped tightly around her against the cold. She stopped a few feet away, studying him for a moment before sitting beside him on the bench. Neither of them spoke at first. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was charged, as though the air between them carried the weight of everything they’d been through. "Why here?" Meera asked, breaking the quiet. "I don’t know," Aarav said with a shrug. "This place feels... honest. It’s quiet, but not suffocating. Like I can hear my thoughts without being overwhelmed by them." She nodded, her gaze distant. "I used to come to a park like this after everything ended between us. I’d sit on a bench just like this and wonder if you were thinking about me. If you missed me as much as I missed you." "I did," Aarav said, his voice raw. "Every day. But I didn’t know how to say it. I thought... I thought I’d ruined everything, that it was better if I just stayed away." Meera looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and tenderness. "And now?" "Now," Aarav said, turning to meet her gaze, "I think we’ve spent enough time running. I think it’s time we face the chaos—together." She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reached out and took his hand, her touch hesitant but firm. "You really think we can do that?" Aarav squeezed her hand gently. "I don’t know. But I’m willing to try, if you are." Meera smiled faintly, a glimmer of hope breaking through the shadows in her eyes. "Then let’s try." As they sat together on that cold bench, the chaos of their past didn’t disappear, but it felt smaller somehow. In its place was something new—something fragile, but undeniably real. Hope. And for the first time in years, Aarav and Meera weren’t afraid to hold on to it.
By Witness Love2 years ago in Fiction
