Short Story
a heart hurt by the reality of the world
In a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Clara. She was an artist, with a heart full of dreams and a soul that saw beauty in the smallest things. Her days were spent painting vivid landscapes and tender portraits, her brush capturing the essence of a world she hoped was as beautiful as her art.
By Ashari Asgaf2 years ago in Fiction
One More Minute
Suspended in a delicious moment, all the sweeter because I have to stop this... Just one more minute... I pulled away saying, "I'd better go,". Started walking towards the house... only for everything to glitch and look: I hadn't moved away at all.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Awakening
**The Solstice Awakening** In the heart of the tranquil town of Eldenwood, nestled in a lush valley, the longest day of the year held a special significance. For centuries, the summer solstice had been celebrated with a grand festival, but over time, the ancient rituals had faded into mere memories. The townspeople, busy with modern life, had forgotten the magic that once defined their midsummer celebration.
By gyan prakash upadhyay2 years ago in Fiction
**Hair style**
Emma sat within the smooth, moderate salon, flipping through a mold magazine without truly seeing it. The murmur of blow dryers and the chatter of beauticians shaped a comforting foundation commotion. Nowadays was the day she was aiming to do it. After months of pondering, she was at last planning to cut her hair.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
time and footsteps
Once upon a time in a quaint little town, there was an old clock tower that stood tall in the center of the square. The clock had been there for as long as anyone could remember, ticking away the seconds, minutes, and hours, marking the passage of time with a steady, comforting rhythm. Everyone in town relied on it to keep track of their days.
By Ashari Asgaf2 years ago in Fiction
The Sun's Embrace
The ancient town of Smallville was situated between a rolling countryside and a deep forest, the longest day of the year was considered more than a seasonal marker. This day used to be filled with vibrations of ancient energy. On this day the sun lingered in the sky, casting its golden gaze over the world for what seemed an eternity. However this year was different, this ancient town had decided to revive an ancient solstice ritual for the first time in centuries. This ancient solstice ritual was cloaked in mystery and forgotten lore.
By Megha Pavanagd2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Song of the Blue Throat Warbler
In a small village nestled between lush forests and meandering rivers, a young girl named Maya grew up with a deep love for nature. Her favorite part of the day was exploring the nearby woods, where she would lose herself in the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Among all the creatures she admired, one held a special place in her heart—the Blue Throat Warbler.
By Gerald Repetillo2 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Kuntilanak in the Forests of West Kalimantan
In a small village on the edge of the dense forests of West Kalimantan, there lived a woman named Sari. Sari was known as a beautiful and kind- hearted girl, but misfortune struck her when she became pregnant out of wedlock. Under the social pressure and shame, she fled into the forest to avoid the scornful gazes of the villagers.
By Tomi Adrian2 years ago in Fiction
