Psychological
Ephemeral Echoes
In the heart of a quaint town, nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, lived a mysterious clockmaker named Elara. Rumors circulated that she possessed the power to turn back time with her enchanted timepieces.
Nicstar DNPublished about 5 hours ago in Fiction
Lessons from My First Year Living Alone
1. Embracing Solitude: Finding Comfort in My Own Company Living alone taught me the art of solitude. In the quiet moments, I discovered the beauty of introspection and the importance of enjoying my own company. The ability to find contentment in the silence became a powerful ally in navigating the ebb and flow of daily life.
Lilly ZaylaPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction
Battle of The Siblings
2:37 A.M Rosalie eased the garage door shut with both palms, making as little noise as possible. The rusted latch clicked back into the splintered frame, then her nose and upper lip suddenly twitched at a familiar odor.
Kale BenderPublished a day ago in FictionLittle Lamb
2:15 AM... The dim glow of the sterling clock is the only light in the room, only bright enough to reveal the glass vase holding a bouquet of red roses he brought in earlier today, or I guess yesterday, technically. The petals are deep, so deep they match the shade of burnt crimson that paints my skin with each prick and slit of their thorns.
City of Radiance
City of Radiance" In this luminous realm, a young artist named Kai found inspiration in the interplay of light and shadow. His studio, a small loft tucked away in the labyrinth of the city, was a haven where he translated the brilliance of the City of Radiance onto his canvases. Kai's paintings became a testament to the ethereal beauty that transcended the chaos of urban life.
How Tears Found Their Way Home
A young woman named Lily used to reside in a little hamlet tucked away between whispering pines and rolling hills. Lily was well-known for her contagious laughter and loving smile, which reverberated through the cobblestone streets of the village. But Lily had a rare quality: she was incapable of crying.
Kageno HoshinoPublished 3 days ago in FictionFloral speak
We grow beneath a blazing and just sun, light evenly distributed across our field. Others grow in valleys where moisture pools and ridges throw shade. But we are well-preserved within our utopian garden. Each of us bears a monetary responsibility. We understand our fate.
Barbara SteinhauserPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Cosmos
In the vast expanse where stars twinkle like distant diamonds, A cosmic dance unfolds, a tale untold, of matter and mysteries unfold.
Hareem ZahraPublished 3 days ago in FictionFog beneath the winter skyline
It is 7 PM. But the neighbourhood is quiet. It's been almost three hours since the electricity went out. The city is rarely a quiet place. The two friends started a fire on the roof of their three-storey building. Borrowing ingredients from their mothers' kitchen, they carefully organised the ingredients and equipment to their convenience.
Menthone
Racing through the darkness, Shannon, tried to put as much distance between herself and it. Since the thunderstorm cut the power off, the breaker fried when the backup generator tried to kick in.
Thavien YliasterPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
Brushstrokes of Joy: The Enchanting Tale of Happy Hallmark
Happy Hallmark was a remarkable location that was formerly located in the charming hamlet of Harmonyville. Tucked away among vibrant stores and cobblestone walkways, this enchanted boutique was unmatched by any other. It was more than simply a business; it was a doorway to joy and happiness.
Kageno HoshinoPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
Mysterious Christmas gift from a Mysterious person
Ever since the first snowflakes began to drift from the heavens, the town of Pinevale transformed into a winter wonderland. But this particular Christmas held an air of intrigue that lingered beyond the sparkling lights and festive decorations. It all started with Eva Tremaine, a young girl with an insatiable curiosity that often led her into the heart of mysteries.
Salman siddiquePublished 4 days ago in Fiction
