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The Myth of the Person Without Arias
People without Arias..? I think there is no such thing as a class of people in this world who do not have an aria.. I think that each of us has had at least a small arguments with someone at some point... If that is not the case, then that person cannot be a normal person... Because people say that people who are constantly thinking, feeling, and feeling are not a class of beings on earth..
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper
In the coastal village of Aerin’s Reach, perched on the cliffs above a restless sea, lived a woman named Elira. She was known far and wide as the most beautiful woman in the region—not because of her honey-brown hair or the way her eyes glimmered like tide-washed glass, but because there was something about her that seemed to shimmer from within. They called her “The Lantern Keeper,” and not just because she lit the old lighthouse that guided sailors safely home.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
"Beauty’s Secret"
The Beast’s Heart Chapter One: The Curse of the Heartless In the heart of the kingdom of Rosethorn, there was a great palace that stood atop a hill, towering over the small village below. The palace was known for its grand halls, its towering spires, and its beautiful gardens. But none of these splendorous features mattered when compared to the dark legend that surrounded it. The castle had been abandoned for many years, and the villagers whispered that it was cursed.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Fiction
"Why Misfits Make the World More Beautiful"
Have you ever felt like you didn’t quite belong? Like no matter how hard you tried to fit in, you were always out of sync with the crowd? If that resonates with you, then you might be what the world calls a “misfit.” But don’t worry—this isn’t a label of failure. In fact, the secret life of misfits is often one of hidden brilliance, quiet strength, and unconventional paths to success.
By its_ishfaq_ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
This Story Will Make You Cry Every Time
Some stories stick with you forever, tugging at your heart no matter how many times you hear them. They’re the ones that make your throat tighten, your eyes sting, and your chest ache with a mix of sadness and hope. This is one of those stories—a true tale about a dog named Max and a boy named Ethan, whose bond showed the world what love and loyalty really mean. It’s not just a pet story; it’s a reminder of how the simplest connections can change lives. Grab a tissue, because this one’s going to hit you right in the feels, every single time.
By Wilson Thomasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Letter, a short story written by AI
The Last Letter, a short story written by AI The clock struck 3 AM. Outside The Last Letter, a short story written by AI, at the window, the city slept, but Anik was wide awake. He stared blankly at the computer screen. On it appeared a single line:
By Syed Mokter Hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
True~Love
We cannot force people to love us or be faithful to us. People change and evolve; for better or worse. Either the attractions or feelings towards one another are still there or they just aren't for whatever reason, regardless of how we try to whip our minds around it.
By Jay Kantorabout a year ago in Fiction
What If Your Ex Comes Back… and They’re Still Not Right for You?
There’s a new movie coming out called The Materialists where Dakota Johnson plays a high-powered New York matchmaker torn between the “perfect” match… and her less-than-perfect ex.
By Emily Lyonsabout a year ago in Fiction
"When Red Met Blue: A Tale of Fire and Sky"
When Red Met Blue: A Tale of Fire and Sky In the vast and mystical land of Chromia, colors were not just hues — they were living, breathing beings. Each color ruled its own kingdom, shaped by the very essence of what it represented. Among them, two of the most powerful were Red and Blue.
By Mir Ahmad Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Fragments of the Future
The cities had no names anymore. Roads, rivers, and monuments—once mapped, celebrated, and fought over—were now anonymous scars on the earth. The machines remembered, of course. But machines didn’t mourn.
By k zarmalabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of Your Name
I heard it for the third time that day - your name. I didn't listen. It floated through the air, as if the universe was rehearsing something, from different people at different times. First, the florist mentioned it while arranging a bouquet. Then the barista wrote it on a coffee cup for someone else. Now, a little girl shouted it across the park, laughing, as she chased her dog.
By Ramyaabout a year ago in Fiction
The whispering shore
**The Whispering Shore** Far beyond the reach of maps and satellites, hidden behind veils of ocean mist and shifting stars, lay a beach that few had ever seen—and even fewer remembered. It was known in legend as the Whispering Shore, a place where the tide spoke in riddles, the breeze hummed lullabies, and wishes whispered into the seafoam came true. But only if they came from the heart.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Fiction