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The Man Who Changed the Life and People in Society
The town of Merrowbridge was not special. It was not wealthy, not known for its art, not a birthplace of revolutions. It was a place you might drive through on your way to somewhere better, where the houses sagged with age and people kept their heads down. Shops closed early, the café served bitter coffee, and even the children seemed older than their years.
By Hikmatabout a year ago in Fiction
Endurance
The neon sign of Shelly's Pub cast a blue glow across the empty street. Inside, the last stragglers were finishing their drinks, but Michael barely noticed them as he slid onto a barstool. His eyes were hollow, his shoulders hunched forward like he was carrying something heavy.
By Endurance Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
Kira Volkanova: Shadows of the Eternal Dream
Twenty years. Two decades since the rain-swept temple had stolen her mother and marked Kira Volkanova with a knowledge too heavy for a child.
By Stefano D'angelloabout a year ago in Fiction
Kira Volkanova: Shadows of the Eternal Dream
Prologue: Time, the Unforgiving The rain was relentless, a sorrowful sigh against the ancient wood of the temple. Seven-year-old Kira knew she was dreaming—the air was too heavy with cedar and ozone, the reflections in the countless mirrors too sharp, too infinite. Barefoot, in a white yukata that smelled faintly of her mother’s lavender soap, she wandered the labyrinth of polished corridors.
By Stefano D'angelloabout a year ago in Fiction
The Revolution Will Not Be Ostracized
The revolution... ...will not be standing at the back of the hall holding up the wall because it is safer that way. The revolution...
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity sat on the old tree stump. Her face was gentle and fair against the light blue and orange hue that engulfed the early morning hours surrounding her friendly metaphysical shop when I came walking up. Amnity had her nose deep in her white oak magic book with the golden-rimmed sheets of paper, and she was reading from it calmly. Crickets broke the silence, but not her attention as she read.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Endurance
Abby's heels clicked sharply against the polished floor of Krapp and Associates, located inside a downtown office building where Jamie works. Each step fueled by a mixture of rage and desperation that had been building since Michael walked away from her at the altar. The video—that damned video—had destroyed everything. Someone had sent it to Michael, and Abby had a pretty good idea who that someone was.
By Endurance Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
Who's the real Monsters?
Back in the vents I made a straight shot for Aunt Patty's office. She'd have a contingency plan for everyone here, including the Colonel himself. Sifting through the files I saw two with the name of Armstrong. Checking on Henry Armstrong III first to see if I can use him against the Colonel.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction
The River: Part 3
Peeling my eyes open seemed like the hardest thing to do in life right now. I knew I had to wake up. I remembered strong, warm hands holding me, the inhuman blue sparkling eyes, and now I felt the warmth of someone that I did not know, but also did. I could feel the soft touch of a hand on my head, slowly moving my soaking wet hair from my face.
By Alicia Leneaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member about a year ago in Fiction
Hurricane - Part 1
The sky was radiant as the summer sun glistened high in the sky. With the impending storm, the bright hues of blue would soon give way to gray clouds. Then the rain would fall, and the winds would bear down on the village.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Fiction
The Borrowed Face. Top Story - August 2025.
Elisabetta was woken by shivers that ran up and down her spine. She found herself lying on the dew covered, lush grass. Her head was pulsing with pain. She must have hit it — why else would she hear music shimmering like bells? She was still in the forest.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Fiction