Short Story
Echoes of the Forgotten Realm
In the disconnected valleys of Elyndor, a domain immaculate by time, carried on with a hero named Kael. Elyndor was a secret haven, covered in a spiritualist shroud and monitored by old wizardry, known exclusively to those brought into the world inside its limits. The occupants of Elyndor flourished as one with nature, neglectful of the progressions and bedlam of the advanced world.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
What is Hidden in The Grand Canyon?
What is Actually Hidden in the Grand Canyon? The Amazing Ravine, with its stunning vistas and old stone arrangements, has long enamored the minds of wayfarers, researchers, and vacationers alike. Extending 277 miles through northern Arizona, this normal miracle offers something other than stunning perspectives. Secret inside its profundities are privileged insights that proceed to interest and confuse the individuals who dig into its set of experiences and geography.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
The Genuine Proportion of Riches: An Example from Bill Entryways and a Paper Seller. Content Warning.
Charge Doors is known as the most extravagant individual on the planet. At some point, somebody asked him, "Is there anybody more extravagant than you on the planet?" Bill Doors answered, "Indeed, there is somebody who is more extravagant than I'm." He then proceeded to share a story.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
The Unseen Terror
Friends and family stopped inviting Robert to the beach since he never showed up when they invited him for anything, whether it a swim, a picnic, or a party. I don't think he hated the sea. The salty water in his hair and the sand between his toes weren't it.
By Mmbone Agness2 years ago in Fiction
Falling. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Oblivious laughs echo through the humid city air. Flashing lights and car horns. Everything with a slight delay. All edges blurred and softened. Morals, fading. Tripping out of the bar, he links my arm with his. Be careful, I say. If you keep doing things like this, I may just fall in love with you. Stomping along saliva-stained pavement, I thoughtlessly ramble about something and he pretends to follow. Slowly unwinding my arm from his, he laces his fingertips along mine. Losing control of whatever train my thoughts were on, my heart and I stop for a second and turn our gaze to him. I cannot control it. It is too late. I am falling. Falling. Falling. Fall-
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Fiction
As Black as White. Content Warning.
In Sussex County, Delaware, the dream visited him again. Demarcus Kenyon's ancestors sang songs of a freer realm on his mobile device, but they didn’t appear to sing them in such a place when he fell asleep. Deep black skin and starch white skin had reversed all history books in the United States. He witnessed whites, not just as indentured servants but actual slaves.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
