Faceless Lim
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Our anonymous writer uses storytelling to share their life experiences, giving voice to the unheard.
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The Quiet
The view was cinematic. Golden hills rolled down to the sea, olive trees scattered like brushstrokes in a landscape painting. The air shimmered with heat. Somewhere below, a bell rang from a distant chapel, the sound stretching thin and lonely in the stillness.
By Faceless Lim6 months ago in Fiction
Same Words,
The first time someone told her, “I’m not going anywhere,” she believed it because she wanted to believe it. He had said it with soft eyes and a steady voice, maybe even meant it in the moment. But his actions wavered. Promises dissolved in silence. And every time she reached for him, he became smoke—present but untouchable.
By Faceless Lim6 months ago in Fiction
**"Perfectly Flawed"**
In the shimmering city of Elysium, dreams danced along gleaming spires that pierced the heavens. An era of unparalleled innovation had birthed a society seemingly without fault, where technology intertwined with life in a harmonious symphony. The past's afflictions—hunger, disease, and conflict—had been eradicated. Yet beneath this gilded veneer, the cracks of an unexpected reality began to form.
By Faceless Lim9 months ago in Futurism
The Chrysalis Within
I found myself amidst a garden of broken glass, the jagged edges of my memories threatening to lacerate the soles of my bare feet. A leaden sky weighed heavily above me, its slate grey hues mirrored in the shards that littered the ground. As I walked, my footsteps were a hushed symphony of sorrow, the shards whispering a dirge of regret and pain with each step I took.
By Faceless Lim9 months ago in Psyche
Unraveled Threads
Unraveled Threads In a small, nondescript town, a peculiar shop called Timekeepers stood between a bakery and a hair salon. It was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each ticking at different rhythms. The shop’s owner, an elderly woman named Matilda, had once been a renowned horologist. Now, she spent her days winding the clocks and sipping chamomile tea, her gnarled fingers deftly adjusting gears as the minutes slipped away.
By Faceless Lim10 months ago in Fiction
