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Lightfall: The Gate Breach
Read --->>Part 1: The Third Keeper The first claw crested the stairwell. Elias lunged without hesitation, blade slicing through the air. The creature shrieked, falling back—but more came. Dozens. Pale, eyeless things, half-formed, like wax figures pulled from a nightmare. They wore pieces of old Keeper robes—rotted, charred, as if memory itself had burned them.
By NoExitStories about a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Freedom of No Longer Performing
There is a very special freedom in not feeling the need to prove anything. As children, we played at entertainment almost all the time, it felt like. That was about attention, validation, and adoration. This, as we chased titles, likes, compliments, and love that was conditional, at times. What we longed for was for other people to recognize us, to find us attractive, to call us ''ambitious,'' ''gifted,'' ''successful,'' ''pretty.''
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 15)
“You never told me your mother was blind?” Kai gasped at my admission slightly as he turned toward me in the moonlight, his mouth—the mouth of sly smirks, gentle smiles, and perfect pouts—stood open as his eyebrows raised and his eyes searched for mine in the darkness. “Why didn’t you tell me, Christopher?”
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Chronicles of a Sarcastic Girl Who Just Wanted Chicken Soup and Clarity”
It’s not 3AM but she’s writing again. She just watched a tutorial on Python indentations and zoned out 13 times in 11 minutes. A lot is going through her head, but she can’t unravel anything because her brain keeps circling back to one temptation — Kilishi. Yes, Nigeria’s famous spicy dried meat. The kind of spicy that slaps you out of depression and says, “Oya now, stand up!”
By That_Uninterested_Engineering_Studentabout a year ago in Fiction
The Third Keeper
The storm churned like a wounded beast. Wind clawed at the cliffs, hurling sheets of rain in wild arcs. Lightning splintered the night, revealing the jagged coastline and, perched defiantly at its edge, a solitary lighthouse—its beam slicing through the tempest like an unblinking eye.
By NoExitStories about a year ago in Fiction
Zomba The Beautiful Girl
Zomba used to be a beautiful girl. Once she went to a neighboring village to celebrate Reh a festival of the Idu Mishmi tribe. There she had a lot of fun. She kept enjoying herself for two-three nights without sleeping. Because of this she became very tired. When Zomba returned home tired, sleep was not coming out of her eyes. So she kept sleeping continuously day and night, leaving all work. Zombas stepmother could not tolerate her lying like this all day. She got angry and tried to wake her up, but she did not wake up. Then her stepmother got very angry and she took hot coal from the burning stove and burnt her private parts. Now Zomba could not even urinate.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
Exterritorial Review: A Sci-Fi Masterpiece That Redefines Humanity’s Cosmic Existential Crisis
If Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar and Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival had a love child, the result would be Exterritorial. This mind-bending sci-fi gem doesn’t merely push boundaries—it obliterates them, delivering an emotionally intelligent story wrapped in cosmic wonder. It’s rare for a science fiction film to marry intellectual stimulation with emotional devastation, but Exterritorial achieves just that.
By Kevin Hudsonabout a year ago in Fiction
