Mystery
Chronicles from the Heart of The Metropolis: Butterfly District
As the clock chimed noon, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded: butterflies, not merely in the millions or billions, but in a number so vast it defied comprehension. Those on the street were overwhelmed, their minds grappling with the impossibility of counting such a crowd. When I say everyone, I mean every single person - no calamity, no raging fire, nor any act of violence could ever summon forth such a crowd from their cars, homes, subways, cafes, hotels, shops, banks, hospitals, schools, government buildings, and offices. It was a moment unlike any other, where an inexplicable, joyous urge compelled each individual to step into the light of day, to embrace the wonder of existence. The air buzzed with excitement as if the very essence of life had conspired to draw them all together in a celebration of beauty and freedom.
By Safia Adil2 years ago in Fiction
Split Pressure . Content Warning.
Then... Shh.. they're coming Kaya and her twin sister Akiya huddled up in the corner in their room. Their parents came stomping up the stairs, screaming and barking instructions. There was another child outside with them, crying.
By Kaori Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
A Bittersweet Smile
The scent of frangipani blossoms hung heavy in the warm Ubud air, their sweetness mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Wayan stood on the veranda of her guesthouse, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on the horizon where the rice paddies met the sky.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Culture of Lake Kelimutu
Introduction Situated in the high countries of the Indonesian island of Flores, Lake Kelimutu is a characteristic miracle that has dazzled the two local people and guests. This dazzling site, popular for its tri-hued hole lakes, isn't just a topographical wonder yet additionally a profoundly otherworldly and social milestone for the neighborhood individuals of the area. The changing shades of the lakes, which range from turquoise to green, red, and, surprisingly, dark, are accepted by local people to be the resting spot of the spirits of the left, with every lake holding a novel importance in the neighborhood conviction framework.
By AUTHER Naila2 years ago in Fiction
Rosewood Hospital 4
"Time will heal all wounds." It was one of the sayings I admired most, and it came to my mind as I reflected on my situation. Over time, the employees at the hospital began to change their attitude towards me. Many became friendly, except for two individuals.
By Dinesha Perera2 years ago in Fiction
To Know Death
It was just another day. A day like every day. There she was. Sitting on that same bench, in that same spot. With that black laced umbrella and her small black book with no title. Her skin was so beautifully tan and even. she had ghost white hair and her eyes were a burning scarlet red. I've never seen eyes like hers. I always wondered if they were contacts but upon clearly seeing them today, they were not.
By Kaori Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
