Short Story
The Lone Ghost
For many long years I stayed in this dark, stony castle. I wandered through its many halls, I passed through its scores of walls. However, due to my very nature after death, it is impossible for anyone to hear my calls. For centuries this place has been abandoned by royalty, without such characters about it, not even a vassal. Only commoners appear to visit my abode, but I do not mind their company. They look around my former home, but they never mention me nor anything else. And as I feared, I have been forgotten.
By B.D. Byron3 years ago in Fiction
The Pixelated Muse
In a tapestry of vibrant hues, an ethereal AI, like a muse in pixelated splendor, weaves words into art. It is a luminous beacon, a creative sentinel, conjuring content with a touch of celestial grace. In the realm of the digital, where imagination meets code, this enchanting presence reigns supreme.
By Things To Make ✨ AI TOOLS3 years ago in Fiction
.... And My Shadow
The Prompt Convey a deep conversation between two individuals without uttering a single word aloud. This is something that I have never done before, I think it can be considered a monologue so I am not sure if it will be considered for the challenge although there are two entities, close together but never speaking.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
"Avengers: Endgame - The Epic Conclusion We've All Been Waiting For"
Introduction: After more than a decade of captivating audiences with thrilling superhero stories, the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) reached its grand crescendo with "Avengers: Endgame." Directed by the Russo brothers, Anthony and Joe, this film is nothing short of a cinematic milestone. It's the culmination of a remarkable journey that began with "Iron Man" in 2008 and has since become a global pop culture phenomenon. "Avengers: Endgame" is more than just a movie; it's an event, a celebration, and a testament to the enduring power of storytelling in cinema.
By Sameer Khan3 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Bones (Part 1)
Beads of sweat ran down Jade’s neck and into her bra line. She took off one of her gloves and wiped the perspiration off her face. The humidity was one of the few drawbacks to excavating in Thailand. She loved being in the jungle and finding treasures buried in the earth. Others may not have seen human remains as ‘treasures,’ but Jade was fascinated by archeology.
By Jessica Drake3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Abyss
In the small, picturesque town of Havenwood, nestled deep in the heart of New England, life moved at a gentle, unhurried pace. The streets were lined with ancient oak trees, and the townsfolk went about their business with a contented sigh, as if the world outside held no secrets. Havenwood's quiet existence, however, was about to be shattered.
By Abdulrahman Mahmoud3 years ago in Fiction
Right or Left. Top Story - October 2023.
The sequins of my dress cast shards of light across the corvette like a shining beacon. My chest tightened, lips dried and my eyes flashed to the rear view mirror. As if the police weren’t enough. The flashing red and blue now fought for control of the road with the bullet riddled cars of the mob. I pressed my hand to my chest, reminding myself that this was the plan. This was always the plan.
By MikMacMeerkat3 years ago in Fiction
The Man, the Cat and the Mouse
Throughout the old, cracking timber walls came the sound of a hurrying little mouse. Its tiny feet click-clacketing much louder than normal as the smell of a tasty cheese wafted through the air. The mouse scurried along the centre of the wall - jumping over fluff and dirt, a sock it dragged through earlier and a half-eaten piece of bread that was thieved from the floor of the kitchen. The mouse stopped. Its little heart racing as it heard the sounds of giant steps from the other side of the wall. Its tiny whiskers twitching here and there as the mouse turned its face toward the wall.
By Joshua Maggs3 years ago in Fiction
