Mystery
Independent
Independent In the bustling city of Lumina, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, there lived a young woman named Independent. Her name was not just a word; it was a declaration, a way of life. Independent was known for her fierce determination, her unyielding spirit, and her refusal to conform to the expectations society placed upon her.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
Threads of Life: Where Dreams Intertwine
Act One The Delhi market throbbed with a life all its own, a symphony of sounds and smells that twelve-year-old Raju knew intimately. His pull cart, laden with the day's harvest of vibrant vegetables, was an extension of himself, a heavy burden and a symbol of his unwavering resolve.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Real Purpose of Human Existence
The Real Purpose of Human Existence: A Journey Beyond the Mundane The question of why we exist has haunted humanity for centuries. From the ancient philosophers to the modern-day thinkers, the search for meaning has been a relentless pursuit. I, too, have wrestled with this question, especially since I began to truly use my intellectual mind. Why do we exist in this human form? Why are we here, in this vast, seemingly infinite universe? My younger self, at the age of 10, was far from equipped to answer such profound questions. But as I’ve grown, so has my understanding—though it’s still a work in progress.
By Tulsiverse2 years ago in Fiction
Departed Garments. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Content Warning.
Trapped within the confines of the bedraggled dry cleaners on Mourner’s Alley, Molly peered through the perpetually fogged window at the blurry sun. She worked diligently on the pale green dress before her, needing it clean and pristine before its recipient arrived.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady of the Lake. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I am made of water. I am not the Lady of the Lake. There is no separation there, no division of type. I am the Lake. I am water. I can take human form but only because I choose to. Then, my presence is discernible for the creature who stands before me to know me on their own terms of reference.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Tech-Savvy Cinderella
In a bustling city filled with coffee shops, coworking spaces, and the constant hum of innovation, there lived a young woman named Ella. Ella was a talented software developer who worked tirelessly for her stepmother’s small but ambitious tech company, "Stepmom Solutions." While her stepmother and stepsisters enjoyed the perks of the business—fancy gadgets, luxury cars, and endless social media posts—Ella was often stuck debugging code, managing servers, and handling customer support. Despite her hard work, she was rarely acknowledged, let alone appreciated.
By Abdullah Rajon2 years ago in Fiction
Mermaid on a Motorcycle
Have you ever seen a mermaid ride a motorcycle? – Neither did I. Until yesterday, that is. You will, of course, reasonably object that this is all made up, just a stupid joke. Because no one can ride a motorcycle with one limb, pardon me one tail, as the motorcycle requires the balance of two equally weighted legs. And I would have fully agreed with you. Again, only before yesterday, when I saw it with my own eyes. But let me tell you everything from the beginning.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Fossils and paleontology
Fossils can range from the remains of ancient plants and animals to traces are footprints, burrows, or even fossilized waste. Fossils are invaluable windows into Earth's history, providing a direct record of life long before humans, and they form the foundation of paleontology, the scientific study of prehistoric life.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
The Alleyway Murder 🔪🩸
The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring the lights of the city. I pulled my collar up against the wind and hurried down the street, eager to get out of the storm. As I passed an alleyway, I saw a figure huddled in the shadows. I stopped to get a closer look, and that's when I saw the blood.
By Binary Beast2 years ago in Fiction
