Short Story
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
Echoes of the Haunted Mansion
The old mansion loomed atop the hill like a brooding sentinel, its dark silhouette etched against the stormy sky. For decades, rumors had swirled about its cursed halls and the tragic fate of the family that once called it home. But tonight, as thunder rumbled ominously and lightning split the air, a group of adventurous souls dared to step foot inside.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Fiction
A Whisper of Autumn
**A Whisper of Autumn** In the heart of a quaint little town, nestled between rolling hills and ancient trees, there lived a young woman named Eliza. She was an artist, her heart captured by the vibrant hues of autumn. Every year, she eagerly awaited the season, when the leaves would transform into a tapestry of red, gold, and orange, each tree a masterpiece painted by nature.
By gyan prakash upadhyay2 years ago in Fiction
Confined But Not Broken: A Story of Rebellion in a Sterile World
Beyond the Sterile Walls The sterile white walls pressed in, each exhale echoing in some measure, a constant reminder of the confinement. Eloise traced a finger along the cool surface, the rhythmic hum of the ventilation system the sole company in the featureless room. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a dull ache that had become a deadly companion. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Time stretched and warped in this isolation.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
Rising Hope: The Journey of a Young Visionary
In the heart of a small, poverty-stricken nation, nestled between lush hills and flowing rivers, lived a boy named Kofi. From a young age, Kofi witnessed the harsh realities of life in his village—families struggling to put food on the table, children unable to attend school, and elders without proper medical care. Despite the overwhelming hardships, Kofi saw potential in his homeland and dreamed of a brighter future for his people.
By Amit Kohli 2 years ago in Fiction
I Look in People’s Window
I often look in people’s windows, like I’m some deranged weirdo, as I have this feeling of longing — for something, for someone I have lost. Somehow, seeing people laugh at their tables, children play with their fables, and lovers mingle under moonlit gables gives me a sense of indescribable comfort. However, whenever I would meet people’s eyes, mine would quickly turn away to avoid the inevitable — seeing their prophecy.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Fiction
After Midnight, I was woke up by my cat chittering at something outside.
I, James, was awoken from sleep by a distinct little chirping noise that I was very familiar with. Groggily, I reached over to check my phone to see what time it was. 12:13 AM. Great. My white and black tuxedo cat, Buddy, was standing on the back of my computer chair, looking out the window, making little chittering noises, occasionally followed by a stressed bray.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
I Am Everything: The Awakening of Manu
Chapter 1: The Ordinary Life Manu was an ordinary girl living in a small town called . She had black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. But despite her cheerful appearance, Manu often felt like something was missing in her life. She loved her family and friends, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was meant for something more.
By Amit Kohli 2 years ago in Fiction
A Lost Child in Metro. AI-Generated.
.** Eight-year-old Aiden clutched his mother's hand as they navigated the bustling streets of the city. They were on their way to visit Aiden’s grandmother, a trip they made every few weeks. Today, however, was different. It was Aiden's first time on the metro, and he was brimming with excitement and a hint of nervousness. As they descended into the underground station, the noise of the city faded, replaced by the echoes of train announcements and the hum of commuters. Aiden's eyes widened as he took in the scene: the colorful advertisements, the mosaic tiles on the walls, and the steady stream of people moving with purpose. They approached the ticket barrier, and Aiden's mother handed him their tickets. He carefully inserted them into the machine, watching with fascination as they popped back out. They made their way to the platform, where a warm breeze heralded the arrival of the train. The doors slid open with a hiss, and they stepped inside, finding seats near the door. Aiden pressed his face against the window, marveling at the dark tunnels and the occasional flashes of light as the train sped along. His mother rummaged through her bag, checking her phone and finding a book to read during the journey. **The train stopped at several stations,** and more passengers boarded, filling the car. At one particularly busy stop, a group of tourists entered, chatting loudly and taking up space around them. In the confusion, Aiden's mother shifted in her seat, momentarily distracted by the commotion. Aiden saw something outside the window that caught his eye – a performer juggling on the platform. Without thinking, he stood up to get a better look, moving closer to the doors. In the flurry of movement, the train doors suddenly closed, separating Aiden from his mother. Panic set in as Aiden realized he was alone. He looked around, hoping to see his mother, but she was still inside the train, frantically searching for him. As the train pulled away, Aiden stood on the platform, tears welling up in his eyes. **Aiden's heart raced.** He remembered his mother's instructions for emergencies – stay where you are and find a police officer or a station attendant. He looked around and spotted a uniformed metro employee near the entrance. Summoning his courage, he approached her. "Excuse me," he said, his voice trembling. "I got separated from my mom on the train." The employee, a kind woman named Ms. Ramirez, knelt down to Aiden's level. "Oh dear, let's get you some help. What's your name?" "Aiden," he replied, wiping his eyes. "Okay, Aiden. We're going to find your mom. Let's go to the station office and make an announcement." They walked to the office, where Ms. Ramirez spoke to a colleague. Soon, an announcement echoed through the station, calling for Aiden's mother to return to the platform. Meanwhile, Ms. Ramirez offered Aiden a seat and a bottle of water, trying to keep him calm. **Back on the train,** Aiden's mother was beside herself with worry. She had alerted the conductor, who radioed ahead to the next station. As the train pulled in, she rushed to the station office, relieved to hear the announcement about her son. Aiden’s mother found her way back to the previous station, where she saw Aiden sitting with Ms. Ramirez. She ran to him, scooping him up in a tight embrace. Tears streamed down both their faces, but they were tears of relief. **The ordeal was over,** and Aiden was safe. Ms. Ramirez smiled warmly at the reunited pair, glad to have helped. Aiden’s mother thanked her profusely, and they made their way back to the platform, this time holding hands even tighter than before. As they boarded the next train, Aiden felt a sense of security and comfort. The metro ride continued, but the lesson was learned: always stay close, and in times of trouble, there are always kind strangers willing to help
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
Atonement
On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected power. The media saturation around the eclipse was total. The news warned of driving during the eclipse. Local residents looking to make some extra cash were renting out their houses to strangers as people were traveling to see the eclipse that featured the diamond ring during totality. Billed as a once in a lifetime event, t-shirts commemorating the event were everywhere. Towns and villages had arranged for mass viewings in their town square, and the news proclaimed that in years gone by, viewers could get very emotional, even spiritual during an eclipse.
By Susan Eileen 2 years ago in Fiction
