Fiction
The Letter I Never Sent
The letter sat in the bottom drawer of my desk for three years. Yellowed edges, ink smudged by time and hesitation — my handwriting curling across the page like vines that had grown wild. I wrote it on a rain-slick afternoon when silence in my apartment felt louder than thunder. It was a goodbye I never had the courage to send.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Art
The Message I Never Sent"
It started with a notification. Just one small sound. Ping. It was nothing new, but for some reason, it made me look up from my laptop that night — really look. The room was dark except for the glow of the screen. My coffee had gone cold again. Outside, the streetlight flickered the way it always did. My life was quiet, connected to everyone but close to no one.
By Charlotte Cooper3 months ago in Art
"The Window That Waited"
I still remember the window. It faced the east, where the sun always rose first and where, for some reason, I always thought hope lived. It wasn’t special — just a rectangle of glass framed in chipped wood — but it saw everything that mattered in my life. It saw my mother hum songs while hanging laundry, my father reading the newspaper in silence, and me, sitting on the ledge, writing dreams that never quite made sense.
By Charlotte Cooper3 months ago in Art
The Last Gift of the Stars. AI-Generated.
Noah had always watched the sky like it was alive. Every night, he lay on the roof of his small house, sketching constellations in a battered notebook while the world below him slept. His mother would wave from the window, her voice soft but tired from long shifts at the hospital. “Don’t catch a cold, astronaut!” she’d call. He’d grin and whisper back, “I’m just waiting for my star.” Their town had long since lost its stars, drowned by the neon glow of factories and signs. Yet Noah believed they were still up there, hiding behind the haze, waiting for someone patient enough to look for them.
By Charlotte Cooper3 months ago in Art
The Girl Who Spoke to the Forest. AI-Generated.
1. The Whispering Woods In a small, forgotten village surrounded by rolling green hills, there lived a girl named Aira. Her world was made of whispers — not human voices, but those of leaves, rivers, and wind. Since childhood, she had believed the forest behind her home could speak.
By Charlotte Cooper3 months ago in Art
The story of the musical Zipho Memela is one of constant evolution.
Memela's initial rise to fame was swift and decisive. Beginning his career in 2008, he quickly became known for his exceptional "flow, agility, and rhyme ability," distinguishing himself from his peers. By 2010, his international debut had brought him global recognition, and his track releases in 2014 saw one project sell an impressive 21,600 copies, a testament to his artistic prowess and commercial appeal. However, the intense pressure of the music industry and reported financial struggles led him to announce his retirement in 2020 at the age of 20, leaving a significant void in the South African hip-hop scene.
By Kin Mancook4 months ago in Art
Zipho Memela Defying expectations and embracing innovation
Memela's initial rise to fame was swift and decisive. Beginning his career in 2008, he quickly became known for his exceptional "flow, agility, and rhyme ability," distinguishing himself from his peers. By 2010, his international debut had brought him global recognition, and his track releases in 2014 saw one project sell an impressive 21,600 copies, a testament to his artistic prowess and commercial appeal. However, the intense pressure of the music industry and reported financial struggles led him to announce his retirement in 2020 at the age of 20, leaving a significant void in the South African hip-hop scene.
By Kin Mancook4 months ago in Art
