Historical
King Kuan's Galactic Odyssey
The Endeavor hurtled through hyperspace, its engines humming steadily, yet the tension on the bridge was thick. The crew sat in silence, still shaken by the horrors they had encountered. The wraiths, the whispers, the unnatural pull of the anomaly—none of it made sense, and yet, they had barely escaped with their lives.
By Patient Joel NISHIMWE2 years ago in Fiction
King Kuan's Galactic Odyssey
The derelict ship groaned as King Kuan and his team advanced cautiously, their boots echoing against the rusted metallic floor. The fog that filled the corridors seemed alive, slithering around their bodies as if studying them. The air was thick with an unnatural hum, vibrating deep in their chests, a sound both ancient and foreboding.
By Patient Joel NISHIMWE2 years ago in Fiction
Why Is It Easy to Kill Mosquitoes but So Hard to Kill Flies?
Have you ever wondered why it's so easy to swat a mosquito, yet catching a fly feels like a never-ending battle? Both insects are tiny, fast, and annoying, but their differences in behavior, biology, and perception make one much harder to eliminate than the other. This article explores the fascinating reasons behind this mystery and how it affects our daily lives.
By William Henry2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM
Chapter 9: My Heart Beat When Gary slid the door open to enter his classroom, he was surprised to see that not everyone was there yet. His eyes peaked in the direction of the school clock and could still see there was a good fifteen minutes before class started.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
Hester and the Sams
Hester rises with the buzzing of the alarm and stretches long to wake up her muscles. Yawning, she busies herself to start the day. Nudging her human mama awake, licking kisses upon her nose and cheeks, she meows her reminder that it is time for the morning dish of cream.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Kentucky Dreamer: #Tamer
**I grew up as a young girl, wrestling with my twin brother in front of the T.V. trying to get the best seat in the house to admire Daniel Boone, as played by the handsome, Fess Parker. (Don't roll your eyes, he was pretty hot)His high adventures and gentle nature made me an easy fan, but now, the poet in me wants something a little more flowery. Some of the following is factual, some is from the dimly lit corners of my imagination.Although Daniel Boone was not a prolific letter writer due to his limited education, there is evidence that he did write letters to his wife, Rebecca. Some say, he had his sister in law write many letters for him. It was said that he loved his wife deeply and even raised a daughter believed to have been his brothers, as his own. This is how I imagined he would have written to Rebecca if he could have written them from his heart**
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Love Letters Through Time. AI-Generated.
Love Letters Through Time April 10, 1917My Dearest Eleanor, As I sit beneath a flickering oil lamp in the barracks, the rhythmic pounding of distant artillery shakes the very earth beneath me. Yet, amid the chaos, my thoughts are only of you. Each day here in France drags like a lifetime, but the memory of your laughter and the warmth of your touch sustain me through the coldest nights.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 8: Fight back! Today, Gary was walking to school a lot slower than he usually would. He was constantly looking around his surroundings, checking if there wasn’t anybody following him. He had recognised the three deceased gang members on TV as the same ones who had been after him at the construction site.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction



