Satire
The Timekeeper's Secret. Content Warning.
In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, lived an old man named Samuel. Locals knew him as the keeper of the village clock, a towering timepiece that had ticked faithfully for generations. But Samuel harbored a secret—a secret that transcended the hands of the clock.
By kavinda ranabahu3 years ago in Fiction
Gaze of Tears, Moments of pains
The fire crackled and danced, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the gathered twelve. I, too, was among them, drawn close to the Master by an irresistible force. His eyes, usually serene, held a glimmer of unease, a reflection of the turmoil that stirred within him.
By Israel Chukwu3 years ago in Fiction
Species. Content Warning.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The target was being inspected. "Chiseled chin, broad muscular shoulders, rippling biceps, and whoa mama! You did not skip leg day! That's good, most members of your sex tend to do that, but you chose not to neglect."
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Fires of Friendship
The rapport between Okewu and myself, his lodger for the past six months, had long been hanging by a thread. Tensions escalated steadily, like a pot left on a simmer, until one fateful Tuesday afternoon when the pressure reached its boiling point.
By Okewu Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of the Solar System
I woke groggy and confused, momentarily forgetting where I was. The couch. Rubbing the bleariness from my eyes, I rose and stretched. Outside the wall sized window of my living room, the speckled lights of the vast metropolis painted me in their starlit glow. It was still dark, the never sleeping cityscape of Galactic Center bathed my living room in a calm indigo ambience.
By Dakota Rice3 years ago in Fiction
Seeking Solace in the Sands
I sat in the bustling coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed java filling my senses. Sipping my coffee, I found myself lost in the world of my thoughts. I stared out the window, watching as people rushed by with purpose and direction. In the midst of this whirlwind, I couldn't help but feel restless, yearning for something more, something different.
By Feathermoon 3 years ago in Fiction
