Young Adult
The Unexpected Valentine
Sarah clung to the idea of Valentine's Day like a lifeline. The pink and red decorations, the perfume-laden air in department stores, the promise of a love so grand it could be celebrated with teddy bears and overpriced roses. It was the stuff of dreams.
By Thaddeus Edah2 years ago in Fiction
Tea Parties with Kurt Cobain
The click of the cassette echoes in my hands, plastic shell fitting snug into the deck, a gentle whirr, a faint magnetic hum. I press play. A soft crackle, a moment of nothing. Then, the tape rolls forward, static turns to sound— his voice, familiar and raw, unfurls in the room like smoke. I pour the tea while he sings.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Fiction
Minding Mortals
When it rained, Uri hid himself among the Lost. He was formed of rain itself, yet this could not be presumed by his appearance. Even if humans were made privy to the existence of Immortals, they were a small-minded race, and many things were inscrutable. One ought not expect a human to comprehend the intricacies of things not of their kind, especially those that were greater and elder than themselves. Humans were an impetuous race, of course. Because Uri had existed for many centuries and travelled to many places, he spoke every tongue known to man. Cerulea was omnipresent; Vatia lived in a castle made of clouds, towering above the rest. At times, her booming voice erupted from the skies with a message for the Oris. The orders of a Queen must always be obeyed, lest a Child be banished.
By choreomanias2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
Echoes of the Past The wind howled through the ancient forest, carrying with it the whispers of a thousand forgotten tales. The trees, gnarled and twisted with age, stood as silent sentinels, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. Beneath their canopy, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the cycle of life and death that had played out here for centuries.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Thief
The Memory Thief The town of Evermere had a secret. At first glance, it was like any other quaint village—cobblestone streets, ivy-covered cottages, and a marketplace that bustled with cheerful voices. But in the heart of Evermere stood an ancient bookstore, **The Hollow Quill**, owned by a man few dared to speak of: Elias Thorne.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day The snow fell softly over the small town of Willowbrook, blanketing the streets in a quiet, shimmering white. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and the town was alive with the hum of love—roses in shop windows, heart-shaped balloons tied to lampposts, and couples strolling hand in hand through the frosty air. But for Clara, this day was just another reminder of what she had lost.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
One Last Time
One Last Time The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the small coastal town of Seabrook. The salty breeze carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the briny tang of the ocean. It was a place where time seemed to slow, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore, and where memories lingered like the tide.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
Beasty and the Brave
If you haven't read the other parts, please check them out first: Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more" "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more"
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
