Short Story
Grave Secret
He knows that I exist. He knows that I follow him. That is not the secret. I do not think he sees me, only signs of me. An odd shimmer in the shaft of morning sunlight streaming through the window. Patterns in the streaks of dust on the floorboards that may or may not be footprints. A familiar scent in the breeze, perhaps from childhood, though one long forgotten.
By Marie Sinadjan2 years ago in Fiction
The Gentle Potentate. Content Warning.
Looking down at her manicured nails as they caressed her fine linen dress, Marta smiled to herself as she reflected on the life of luxury that she currently lived. The harsh world where she had raised her family seemed like another life – easily forgotten with the distractions of plenty. Together, as a family, they had come far.
By William Rollo2 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Reflection
The first mirror was cracked, its edges adorned with a delicate gold leaf that glinted under the dim streetlights. Lara had found it abandoned in an alley, its surface reflecting the shadows of the city that clung to her like a second skin. The night air was thick with the scent of rain and old dreams, each breath a reminder of the life she once imagined.
By Atif Moin Siddiqui2 years ago in Fiction
Johnny Bravo: Lost in Space
Johnny Bravo, the narcissistic ladies' man with a heart of gold, found himself in a predicament that would make even the bravest astronauts tremble. It all started with a simple desire: to impress his neighbor, Suzy Carmichael, with a grand gesture. Inspired by the latest blockbuster space movie, Johnny decided that nothing less than a trip to the moon would suffice.
By Kelly Munala2 years ago in Fiction
Riverdale: A Town of Secrets and Scandals
Riverdale, a seemingly idyllic small town nestled in the heart of America, hides a sinister underbelly. Beneath its charming facade lies a world of secrets, scandals, and a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the lives of its residents.
By Kelly Munala2 years ago in Fiction
Goodbye to Us:Thirty Years of Lies
Thirty years. That is how long we were together. No, scratch that — thirty years of endurance, of sticking to something that had been disintegrating all along. I went through a portion of my time on earth seeing someone feels like a falsehood now. A brutal, elaborate untruth that I wouldn't see. In any case, reality? It's forever been there, hiding on a deeper level, sitting tight for me to at last awaken.
By Hashimoto Tashis2 years ago in Fiction
Do You Know Who I Am?
People know me for three things. First, my signature look: a combination of large sunglasses and colourful headscarves. Second, what I am most famous for: I create unique stone sculptures. Breathtaking works, which, incidentally, stupid rich people pay too much money for.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
