Microfiction
The Cursed Church
Chapter One: The Discovery of the Cursed Church Camellia stood at the edge of the dark forest, her eyes fixed on the old church known as "The Cursed Church" in the remote village. She had heard many legends and scary stories about this abandoned and mysterious place, but her curiosity wouldn't let her stay away.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
Trapped and Captive in Someone Else’s Bed
Trapped and captive, I was starting to regret being there. Shadows glided above my head. Dark shadows were cast against a vivid blue background by the bright sun. Evil-looking forms grabbed my attention as I gripped the ocean bed.
By Calvin London2 years ago in Fiction
✨ The Night I Sat With the Moon. AI-Generated.
It had been years since I truly sat in silence. Not the kind of silence you get from turning off your phone, or staying home on a rainy Sunday. I’m talking about the kind of silence that hums through your bones—the type that only exists far away from electricity, signal towers, and responsibilities that pile up like unpaid bills on a dusty desk.
By Rahmat Hidayat2 years ago in Fiction
