Short Story
A Life of Regret: The Final Chapter
As the sun began to set over the small desert town, the man walked through the dusty streets with purpose. His dark clothes, black boots, and his dusty jacket made him stand out among the locals, who were dressed in their usual plain attire. He had been told to run and hide, but that wasn't his style. He refused to compromise his beliefs or apologize for his actions.
By Mr. Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Distance As Measure of Time
See this wall here? This was once a hill covered with scrubby bushes. Now look at it. Perfectly fitted slabs of grey rock of different sizes but all aligned and tall. It’s a tall wall. It's a sturdy wall that gives no hint of what used to be in this place.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Fiction
In the End
The world was ending, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. The skies were red with fire, and the ground shook with the force of the cataclysm. But in the midst of all the chaos, a small group of people had found each other. They held hands and whispered words of comfort as the world burned around them, and they knew that even though they couldn't save the world, they could save each other
By Aadil Ahmad Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Mist Flower and the Golden Diamond.
Once upon a time, in the faraway land of Eldrid, there lived a young girl named Amara. She was curious and adventurous, always seeking knowledge beyond what her village had to offer. Her father, a blacksmith, and her mother, a healer, worked tirelessly to provide for their family, but they also instilled in Amara a love for stories and imagination.
By Created by ssabout a year ago in Fiction
The Train Encounter
She stepped onto the train, her heart pounded in her chest. It was the day she had been waiting for, the day she would finally see him again. She spotted him at the end of the carriage, and their eyes met. In that moment, everything else faded away. The train sped on, and their conversation flowed effortlessly, if no time had passed since they last spoke. When the train finally pulled into the station, they said their goodbyes, but not before he slipped a note into her hand. "Meet me here tomorrow," it read. And she knew that she would.
By Benjamin Ekow Plangeabout a year ago in Fiction