Short Story
Vanished Without a Trace. AI-Generated.
Nestled deep within the Carpathian Mountains, a small village called Drakova vanished overnight. This village, hidden from the world by dense forests and towering peaks, was known for its vibrant community and annual harvest festival. The villagers often spoke of eerie whispers in the wind and shadows that seemed to move on their own, but these were always dismissed as local folklore meant to entertain the children.
By Adib Ahmed 2 years ago in Fiction
A Song To Remember
For as long as he could remember, Samuel had viewed life to a melody. The day he could speak, he sang. His voice was a gift, a soothing balm that he poured into the small crowds of people that gathered at local gigs, and his dreams were expansive as the skies he sang about. One day, huge concert halls would be filled by his voice, but now his stage was the tiny café at the corner of 5th and Elm, where each night he poured his heart out to a room of strangers and friends. Lucy was the type who strayed very little as she walked in purpose and precision through life. Being a doctor, she was used to picking at the intricacies of human frailty and gluing together shattered fragments that were once her patients' lives. Her days were filled with the cadence of the hospital, and her nights almost always found her nose-deep in books or volunteering at free clinics. Though in her high-demanding schedule, somewhere she saved a spot for music, a carryover from childhood when she wanted to be a concert pianist.
By Digital Barnali2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Broken Walls. Content Warning.
I felt as though I could slice the tension in the air with a knife. My fourteen sisters-in-arms and I stood side-by-side as we heard the monster bash against the walls of our castle. My eyes moved down to the remains of the guards that arrived before us. They had gone out to meet the beast, to serve as a first line, to buy us time to prepare.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
Aden's Ultimate Sacrifice
In the bustling city of Jaffna, where the streets were always alive with the scent of spices and the sounds of laughter, lived a girl named Aden. With her cascading black hair and deep, soulful eyes, she was the picture of grace and kindness. Yet, beneath her gentle exterior lay a resilient spirit and a heart capable of profound love. This love was reserved for one person: her fiancé, Rohan.
By AKANJI ABDULAFEEZ2 years ago in Fiction
Udesha's Sacrifice
In the small, sun-drenched village of Amranpur, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, lived a young girl named Udesha. Her beauty was spoken of in hushed tones, not just for her radiant face but for the kindness that seemed to flow effortlessly from her heart. Her deep, emerald eyes held stories of dreams and hopes, while her smile could brighten the darkest of days. But beyond her gentle exterior was a spirit of unwavering courage and a heart capable of the most profound love.
By AKANJI ABDULAFEEZ2 years ago in Fiction
Kindness . AI-Generated.
ny Saturday morning in the small town of Maplewood. The streets were bustling with weekend shoppers, kids on bikes, and neighbors exchanging greetings. Among them was Emma, a young woman with a heart as warm as the sun's rays. Emma worked at the town's only bookstore, "Whispering Pages," where she spent her days surrounded by stories and dreams. She believed in the magic of books and, more importantly, in the magic of kindness. Her best friend, Jake, often teased her about her "superpower," but he couldn't deny the change he saw in people after interacting with her. One crisp autumn day, an elderly man named Mr. Thompson shuffled into the store. He looked around with a puzzled expression, his frail hands trembling slightly. Emma noticed and approached him with her usual warm smile. "Hello there, sir. How can I assist you today?" she asked, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. Mr. Thompson hesitated, then sighed. "I’m looking for a book. It’s for my granddaughter. She loves stories about adventure and bravery." Emma's eyes twinkled. "I have just the thing," she said, leading him to a shelf filled with tales of daring quests and courageous heroes. She picked out a beautifully illustrated book and handed it to him. "This is one of my favorites." Mr. Thompson’s eyes lit up as he clutched the book. "Thank you, young lady. You’ve made an old man very happy today." As he left the store, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to do more. She quickly wrapped the book in a colorful paper, adding a small note: "May your adventures be as bright as your smile. – Emma." A week later, Mr. Thompson returned, but this time with his granddaughter, Lily. The young girl’s face beamed with joy as she clutched the book Emma had recommended. She ran up to Emma and hugged her tightly. "Thank you for the book, Miss Emma! It's my favorite!" Lily exclaimed. Jake, who had been watching from behind the counter, smirked. "There goes Emma, the superhero of kindness, again." Emma playfully nudged him. "It’s just a little kindness, Jake. It doesn’t take much." Later that day, Emma noticed a teenage boy lingering outside the store. He looked nervous and out of place. She stepped outside and greeted him. "Hi there! Is there something I can help you with?" she asked gently. The boy shifted his weight, avoiding eye contact. "I... I was wondering if you had any job openings. I really need a job." Emma sensed his desperation. "Why don’t you come inside, and we’ll talk?" Inside, she learned that his name was Ryan. He had dropped out of school to support his family after his father lost his job. Moved by his story, Emma decided to give him a chance. She hired him to help with shelving and customer service. Over the next few weeks, Ryan proved to be a diligent worker. He opened up about his dreams of going back to school and becoming a writer. Emma encouraged him, even giving him books to read and hone his skills. One day, Jake, curious about Emma's persistent acts of kindness, asked, "Why do you do it, Emma? Why go out of your way for people you barely know?" Emma smiled softly. "Kindness is like a ripple in a pond, Jake. It starts small but can spread far and wide, touching lives in ways we can't even imagine." As time passed, Ryan saved enough money to re-enroll in school. He continued working at the bookstore, grateful for the opportunity Emma had given him. He even started writing short stories, inspired by the people he met at "Whispering Pages." Emma's acts of kindness didn’t go unnoticed. The town of Maplewood slowly transformed. People started helping each other more, inspired by Emma's example. Jake, once a skeptic, found himself caught up in the spirit of giving, often joining Emma in her acts of goodwill. Years later, Emma’s little bookstore became a hub of kindness and community. It wasn’t just a place to buy books but a sanctuary where people found hope, support, and a listening ear. And so, the ripple of kindness that Emma started continued to spread, touching countless lives, proving that even the smallest acts of kindness could create waves of change.
By Morufat Olopade 2 years ago in Fiction
All Our Yesterdays. Runner-up in L*pogram Challenge. Top Story - August 2024.
Count them out, the absent, the departed. Hear the smooth sound waves where once laughter laced the undulate larynxes of lovers, where gentle tones of care were heard before. Count them out. The numbers mount to those we do not comprehend, cannot comprehend, hope not to comprehend. We hope we understand a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand, as poorly as we understand the past. Count them out. The men and women who do not return, lost to a hunger for power, a struggle for a concept, a need for resource. Count them out, for they no longer take up the scythe, the spanner or the pen. They no longer take a seat at your table, hold your sadness or your joy between the muscles of fleshed arms, no longer touch you, palm to palm, or guard your heart as you rest. No longer breathe beneath the heavens. Count them out.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
And Gaia Slept Soundly
Gaia sat upon the outstretched palm of Cristo Redentor, a fitting throne for the day’s events. The remnants of humanity below preparing for the onslaught would have thought little of the macaw, her chosen guise, sitting on the massive statue.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Life on the line
woke up to a terrifying dream, I were shivering in fear not because of what I dreamt of...no it wasn't that.it was because in that dream I asked my friend "what will I tell my dad if he asked me where had I been to?, I'm supposed to be terrified because I was middle of nowhere, lost,dirty and hungry but no i wasn't.i was anxious of how I am going to explain my whereabout,
By Alli blessing 2 years ago in Fiction
