Short Story
The Blossoms of Friendship
Himako Yuki remained at the entryways of Sakura Secondary School, her heart beating with a blend of fervor and apprehension. It was the start of another school year, and Himako, a modest yet merciful young lady, expected to make companions in her subsequent year. Her most memorable year had been a haze of moving to another town and acclimating to another school. She had burned through the greater part of it alone, her modesty frequently holding her back.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse (Part: 2)
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse: A Steampunk Mystery Part 2: Echoes in the Aether The Clock Pinnacle, a skeletal goliath against the star-cleaned night sky, lingered over Crowley and Gearheart as they crawled through the squeaking iron entryway. The quietness was broken exclusively by the musical ticking of inconspicuous cog wheels, a sound that creeped them out. Moonlight sifted through broke stained-glass windows, projecting a scary shine on the enormous inside. Pinion wheels, gear-teeth, and switches embellished the walls, leftovers of a fantastic, incomplete precision project. As they wandered further, the metallic tang of oil and rust filled thick in the air.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Fiction
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse (Part: 1)
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse: A Steampunk Mystery Part 1: The Song of the Clockwork Crow The cobblestone streets of Aethel glistened under the gaslight's orange glow, casting long, inky shadows that danced with the evening mist. Inspector Alistair Crowley, a man whose stoicism rivaled the granite buildings that lined the street, adjusted his tweed cap and surveyed the scene. Atop a wrought iron railing, perched an otherworldly sight - a crow, crafted entirely of gleaming brass and intricate clockwork gears. Its mechanical wings lay still, its ruby eyes lifeless.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Fiction
The Warrior's Destiny
In a land where magic wove through the very fabric of existence, there lived a young warrior named Aric. Born in a humble village nestled within the verdant valleys of Eldoria, Aric’s early life was marked by tales of valor and legendary battles. His father, a seasoned warrior himself, taught him the art of combat and the wisdom of ancient magic. From a tender age, Aric showed a remarkable aptitude for both, often besting older children in sparring matches and exhibiting an uncanny ability to sense the ebb and flow of mystical energies around him.
By Aries Mimsy2 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Excursion to Mount Kailash
The Magical Excursion to Mount Kailash The breeze yelled through the old valleys, its sad cry reverberating against the snow-covered pinnacles of Mount Kailash. Settled in the far-off locale of Tibet, this mountain was a geological wonder as well as a mysterious image worshipped by numerous religions — Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, and Bon. It stood like a sentinel, watching privileged insights and stories more established than time itself.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
SADNESS OF LOVE
In the maze of human feelings, not many stories are essentially as powerful and tormenting as that of the working-class kid and the young lady whose adoration bloomed despite everything, just to shrivel under the heaviness of cultural assumptions and individual battles. Their story, similar to a Shakespearean misfortune, unfurled with all the excellence and misfortune innate in the human condition.
By Shimul Muhury2 years ago in Fiction
Convention
I wiped my hands on the fabric of my dress. The shiny, man made fibres were doing very little to absorb the river of sweat pouring from them. The white paper I held was growing increasingly damp and floppy. Why hadn’t I thought to print this on card?
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
Young lady is Pregnant
Young lady is Pregnant A quiet fell over the little town of Maplewood as summer started to blur into harvest time. Clears out were turning shades of gold and blood red, the discussion carried a freshness that signaled the altar of seasons, and life went on in its calm, unsurprising way. For everybody but Emma.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
