6087 Swathiga
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The Whispering Walls
It was supposed to be a quick weekend job. My crew and I were hired to start clearing out the old Manor on Hollow’s Road, an abandoned relic known for its ghost stories and haunted reputation. Sure, it had a creepy vibe, but it was just a house, right? So we thought.
By 6087 Swathigaabout a year ago in Horror
Lemonade on Ash Tree Lane
The summer I turned twelve was the hardest summer of my life. My family had just moved to a new town, and nothing felt familiar. The kids at school were polite but distant, and the days seemed to stretch on endlessly with nowhere to go and no one to talk to. I spent most of my time on the front porch, reading or simply staring out at the quiet street, wondering how long it would be until this place felt like home.
By 6087 Swathigaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pact. AI-Generated.
“We’re in this together, no matter what,” Daniel said, a promise written in his eyes. When Daniel and I first met, we were just two kids with scraped knees and wild imaginations. Together, we conquered imaginary lands and faced make-believe villains. But life was simpler then. Now, we're facing something much darker—something real.
By 6087 Swathigaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Listener by the River. AI-Generated.
Once, in a village nested under the watchful arms of ancient mountains, lived an old man named Naresh. He was known as the Listener. No one could quite remember when Naresh had come to the village; some whispered that he had always been there, a steady presence like the sun rising each day. Naresh, with his gentle smile and quiet eyes, would sit by the river every dawn, listening to the rustle of the reeds and the murmuring flow.
By 6087 Swathigaabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes of Almost. AI-Generated.
In a small town where the ocean breathed salt into every wind, there lived two souls, intertwined in a way only time and tenderness could explain. Mia and Eli were born to be friends, it seemed—bound by laughter, shared secrets, and a closeness that held no boundaries, except perhaps the one that mattered most. For every time Eli’s fingers brushed hers, a warmth would linger that neither dared to name.
By 6087 Swathigaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Untouchable Moment
Emma sat in the corner of the bustling café, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. It was a cold winter morning, and the warmth of the café was a stark contrast to the chill outside. She had been coming here every day for the past week, drawn by an inexplicable pull she couldn’t quite understand.
By 6087 Swathiga2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Boundaries
Standing at the threshold of my front door, I take a deep breath. The world outside is vast and unpredictable, filled with endless possibilities and unknown challenges. Today, it beckons me to step out, to embrace the adventure that awaits beyond the familiar walls of my home.
By 6087 Swathiga2 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Celebration
Standing before the easel, I stare at the blank canvas, contemplating the first stroke. Art has always been my sanctuary, a place where I can express the inexpressible. Today, the canvas beckons me to celebrate the ordinary, to find beauty in the everyday moments that often go unnoticed.
By 6087 Swathiga2 years ago in Fiction
Carving Resilience
Standing in front of my workbench, I examine the old, weathered piece of wood. Its surface is marred by splinters and scars, remnants of countless projects in my grandfather’s workshop. This humble fragment holds stories of his skilled hands, of dreams crafted and completed. Today, it calls to me, urging me to restore its former glory, to find beauty in its imperfections.
By 6087 Swathiga2 years ago in Fiction
