Short Story
My Name is Peter Callis. Content Warning.
Smoke and metal tainted the pleasant and beautiful star-filled sky, as we looked up without hope, just fear. The satellites that orbited the planet marched in unison. The steel shards that pierced into the night, the symbols of our demise, would have been marvelled at by some and indeed they were. Until they came to symbolise something different to progress. Until they came to symbolise our extinction. Slow and gradual, but inevitable. We never stopped, never thought to take a pause or to reflect. We had seen what happened in the various wars and various regimes when human leaders were granted untapped power, with no consequence and yet we sought to create. Sought to create something bigger, better, and all the more terrifying.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Being True to Yourself -Part2
Welcome back! In Part 1, we explored the importance of being true to ourselves and how it impacts our interactions with others. Now, let's delve deeper into practical tips on embracing your authentic self and living a fulfilling life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Fairly Liquid. Content Warning.
On The Road Crossing the road they saw a white Toyota bearing down on them looking like a Star Wars Stormtrooper's helmet on wheels, so they moved a little more quickly to get on to the far pavement. As they hit the pavement they felt they had stepped into something that some animal had deposited.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Oh No
Once upon a time, in the quaint little town of Willowbrook, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was known for her adventurous spirit and her insatiable curiosity. One sunny afternoon, as she was wandering through the forest on the outskirts of town, she stumbled upon a hidden path she had never noticed before.
By Oluwatobi Samuel3 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Fairy
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled between frosted hills and whispering pines, there lived a young girl named Elara. Winter had always been her favorite season, not only for the glistening snowflakes that danced through the air but also for the magical atmosphere it brought to her village.
By Oluwatobi Samuel3 years ago in Fiction






