Short Story
Lights
The little valley was never busy. A few houses here and there, little to no traffic. At night, the road was even more deserted. A few lights shined from the houses hidden among the higher elevations. They peeked through the trees like twinkling stars, but it was still enough to show signs of population. A creek trickled alongside the road. The wind rustled the leaves on the trees and Joan wished he'd remembered to bring his coat. All in all, he supposed, this was the last place anyone would think to look for the northern lights. But with a late warning and little time, it was the best he could settle for.
By E. A. Deane2 years ago in Fiction
Unreal Connections
At ten-thirty, the sun was still faint in the morning of January winter like a pale moon in the middle of an ocean of clouds. I was brushing my teeth. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I was in my school uniform with a school bag on my shoulder.
By Dhahin Aqil Siddique2 years ago in Fiction
The Backward River . AI-Generated.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. No one in the kingdom of Lysithia could explain it. The Everstream, the lifeblood of the land, had flowed westward for centuries, weaving through verdant meadows, feeding the mighty forests, and nourishing the glittering city of Elowen. But at dawn, the waters began to churn violently before reversing course, rushing upstream as though fleeing some unseen terror.
By Yuvraj Raut2 years ago in Fiction
A Local Pub (For Local People)
The regulars didn't use that toilet. Sometimes, a newcomer would come in. Conversations pause. Every eye drilled into the hapless patron, skewered on all sides by those sharp gazes, frozen like a rabbit in headlights. Glancing left and right, wondering if this was a mistake. This place was too local.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
An Afternoon on Mars by Nano Rickshaw. AI-Generated.
On a February afternoon in the year 2075, precisely at 4 PM, I set off from my house in Suburb No. 5 of Dinajpur, Bangladesh, accompanied by my grandmother, Shathi. But this was no ordinary journey; instead of cars or airplanes, we traveled on a nano-rickshaw along waves of light, heading straight for Planet Mahal. Upon arrival, we found ourselves in an extraordinary tea stall—an otherworldly place with an unparalleled environment.
By Md. Solayman Hossain Sabuj2 years ago in Fiction
Warmth
When it's cold outside and you are in your bed, warm sheets under a duvet wrapped in wonderous feelings. There may be rain, snow or ice outside, but you are snuggling swaddled in material that feels like perfectly warm silks around your body.These are the times you don't want to leave your bed, your head on a comfortable pillow, your body warking the sheets and the sheets warming your body, this feels absolutely heavenly.Your bed, the sheets and duvet and your perfect world. Every moment makes you feel happy and loved, and you love being here and could stay here forever.Your arms, hands and feet explore the silky cotton material finding new ways to feel beautiful and satisfied. Your face is smiling, because you love being here and soon you will drift off into the realms of Morpheus where your dreams will come true.......
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispers of Ashwood Manor
The Arrival In the sleepy little town of Eldridge Hollow, hidden away between dark forests and fog-shrouded hills, stood Ashwood Manor, notorious throughout the land. Decades had passed since anyone had set foot within its decaying walls. Local lore spoke of the house's dark past: disappearance, madness, and a family curse that seemed to hang over the crumbling stones like a ghost.
By Punit kumar2 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Day Gone
Introduction Have you ever had one of those days that starts like a dream and then takes a sharp turn into chaos? It's like watching your favorite movie only to have the power go out during the best part. That's exactly what it feels like when a perfect day slips away.
By Usama Shahid2 years ago in Fiction
