Young Adult
The Kindness of the Old Grandmother
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the edge of a dense forest, there lived an old grandmother. She was a kind-hearted and wise woman who had lived a long and fulfilling life, but she had also seen her fair share of sorrow and tragedy.
By Narrative Eye4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Greenwood Mansion
The Haunting of Greenwood Mansion Introduction: Toni, Moni, Peter, and Joey were four teenagers who loved to explore abandoned buildings. They heard about an old mansion called Greenwood Mansion that had been abandoned for decades. The locals believed that the mansion was cursed and that anyone who entered would never return. The four friends were determined to explore the mansion and uncover its secrets, but little did they know that their adventure would turn into a nightmare.
By செழிப்பான மலர்ச்சி4 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler
In the year 2135, time travel had become a common occurrence. The discovery of temporal technology had led to a revolution in human civilization, where people could now travel through time and visit any moment in history. However, the dangers of time travel were still present, and a strict set of laws had been put in place to prevent any harm to the timeline.
By Hafsa Hameed4 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, the secrets they would reveal would be enough to fill volumes of books. They would tell stories of love and loss, triumph and tragedy, of the lives that have passed through their doors and the events that have unfolded within their confines. The walls of the old, rundown mansion on the outskirts of town were no different. They had seen everything from the extravagant parties of the wealthy elite to the quiet, solitary lives of the reclusive owners. And they had kept all their secrets close, until one day, they could no longer keep silent.
By Hafsa Hameed4 years ago in Fiction
House
“If walls could talk,” Jessica whispered into the cavernous room. Her eyes glanced over ghostlike furniture lost in thought. The room itself was centuries old. Built in the late 1500’s by a Lord long forgotten. The room was scattered with furniture mixing regency and medieval collections in swaths of printed fabrics and gilded chairs. Most were currently covered by large white sheets, but where several of the cloths slipped, dust motes danced on faded silks in the early morning sunlight.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Fiction
