Short Story
The Whispering Walls
The Whispering Walls Amidst the relentless onslaught of rain against the cottage windows, Mia found herself drawn to the forgotten corners of the attic. The rhythmic drumming of the rain provided a backdrop to her exploration, mingling with the heavy scent of ancient wood and neglect that permeated the air. Downstairs, the comforting aroma of grandma's famous cinnamon rolls offered a stark contrast to the dreary atmosphere outside.
Abdul QayyumPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionChomp! Chomp!
Jenny found the shoebox on her porch, wrapped with a bow. Inside, a baby alligator stared up at her, adorably. There was a note: "Keep him safe. More coming." More baby alligators? How unusual, Jenny thought.
Daniel SullivanPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionExploring Cross-Cultural Considerations in Audio Visual Design
With globalization intensifying interactions between diverse cultures, sensitive AV design requires appreciating nuanced social norms. This post explores some cultural factors impacting visual communication and technologies to help brands craft inclusively resonant experiences. By understanding diverse perspectives, designers can create content reaching audiences worldwide in appropriate, thoughtful ways.
James EspinosaPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionThe Rainbow Bridge
Silva, a curious explorer from Elysium, embarked on an extraordinary journey across the cosmic Rainbow Bridge. With her spacecraft, the Stardust Voyager, she navigated through the cosmic currents, encountering celestial wonders such as gas giants, stardust vortexes, and radiant supernovas.
Praveen PkPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionThe Dance of Husbands and Wives
Once upon a time, in the small town of Jovialville, there was a charming little church named Harmony Chapel. Every Sunday, the townspeople gathered there to listen to Pastor Johnson, a cheerful and charismatic man whose words never failed to bring a smile to everyone's face.
Emmanuel OjenikePublished about 10 hours ago in FictionFrom Igloos to Heatwaves
Once in the lively streets of Nigeria, John found himself entangled in a web of deceit and amusement. Little did he realize that his endeavor to impress two gorgeous ladies, Jane and Emily, would lead him down a comical path of misadventures.
Emmanuel OjenikePublished about 12 hours ago in FictionVesuvio!
I found this video to accompany my story. It might be a good thing, even for the soundtrack rather than the visual, to have on whilst reading to create an atmosphere:
Rachel DeemingPublished about 12 hours ago in Fiction60 Second Boyfriend
Maddie sucks in a breath and fumbles with the bag of apples she’s ringing through for a customer. Her eyes lock with the next shopper in her checkout lane, and she feels her heart flutter. Damn, he’s cute!
Heather ZiefflePublished about 15 hours ago in FictionA Lady in Red
Beware! Beware! Heed my tale! Don’t let the same fate befall you as those who fell before you. Don’t make the same mistake as those who have fallen for her. Beware! Beware!
Mother CombsPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionWill This Nightmare Ever End?
I enter the hall and look around nervously. We are told not to look at or speak to anyone else, and our eyes must be on the test, not on anyone else.
Carol TownendPublished about 19 hours ago in FictionJust a Nosebleed
I hear stories about how things were in those days and it seems like it was a good thing. Women used to be afraid to go out after dark. Can you imagine?
L.C. SchäferPublished about 20 hours ago in FictionJump! — a short story
Stinging rain pelted Tanner Sage and streamed down his vinyl raincoat, falling thirty feet to the ground below. The two-by-three bucket he clung to swayed on its long metal arm in the gusting wind. Lightning arced across the sky then thunder shook the night.
C. L. NicholsPublished about 21 hours ago in Fiction