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Letters From The Room That Doesn't Exist. AI-Generated.
Aarav had always been fascinated by old buildings, especially the abandoned Willowcrest Manor — a weather-beaten mansion at the edge of town, wrapped in vines like nature was trying to bury it. Locals said it was cursed, swallowed by time and sorrow.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Wolf Who Howled to the Moon
Kael was a wolf apart. While his pack communicated in practical snarls and yips—warnings of danger, calls to hunt, signals to rest—Kael was possessed by a different kind of sound. When the full moon rose, vast and silver, he would climb to the highest cliff, tilt his head back, and pour his soul into the night.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Fall of the Mighty Lion
Animals in the jungle live their lives every day in fear, just because of the almighty lion. They know that they could lose their lives to the lion at any point in time. They have no other home to move in to; they couldn’t help but adapt to the forest and accept their fate.
By Daniel Uwaoma6 months ago in Fiction
Across The Merderet. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I sped off to the recruiting post in Galena. Even though my birth certificate at St. Michaels said that Joseph F. Higgins was Born 1927 not 1926 like I told the recruiter, I wasn’t going to let that one year stop me. Hell or high water I was going to be a paratrooper.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Kingdom of Mohenjo-Daro
story Long before Rome, before Egypt’s pyramids, and even before the Great Wall of China — there stood a city so advanced that its secrets still amaze scientists today. That city was Mohenjo-Daro, the “Mound of the Dead.”
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
🌧️ The Weight of Raindrops. AI-Generated.
The rain began the day Samuel decided to stop waiting. He stood at the edge of the pier, his reflection trembling in the dark water, and wondered if the sky could feel as heavy as his chest.
By shakir hamid6 months ago in Fiction
🍂 Arise, Fair Leaf. AI-Generated.
The wind carried whispers through the forest that morning—soft voices of trees remembering the warmth of summer. The world was shedding its color, one leaf at a time. All but one.
By shakir hamid6 months ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Secret Friend
The Moon was used to being watched. For millennia, every human eye that looked up saw her. They wrote poems about her solitude, her quiet vigil in the cold, dark sky. They called her lonely.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Through a Cat’s Eyes By Black Cat
I. Rainy Nights I sit at the window’s edge, watching lamplight cast the man’s shadow long and uneven across the wall. That same light lifts his round face from darkness — something pensive there, something still.
By Dylan Nguyen6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message from Tokyo: A Wrong Number That Saved My Life
The Last Message from Tokyo It was snowing again that night in Tokyo. The city looked quiet, almost sacred, beneath the streetlights. From the rooftop of my small apartment, I could see trains sliding like silver veins through the darkness. I had been in Japan for two years, studying engineering, but lately I felt more like a ghost than a student.
By Nimatullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid6 months ago in Fiction