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Whispers in the Fog
The town of Greywick was the kind of place you didn’t find on most maps. Tucked between a dense forest and a wide, unmapped lake, it was blanketed by fog more often than not. To outsiders, it felt abandoned—silent streets, shuttered homes, and an eerie stillness that clung to the air like damp wool. But to those who lived there, the fog was part of the town, as much a fixture as the clocktower or the old church.
By yasid ali9 months ago in Education
The Lion and the Lamb
In the golden heart of the savannah, where the grass danced with the wind and the sky kissed the horizon, there lived a lion named Lumo. He was the strongest, fiercest, and most feared creature in all the land. His roar echoed through valleys and frightened even the boldest beasts. With one deep growl, he could command silence, respect, and submission.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
The Final Dawn of the Forgotten Kingdom
In a valley shrouded by mist and lost to time, there lay a forgotten kingdom. Its once-proud walls crumbled into ruins, its towering spires now nothing more than jagged remnants of a distant past. The land, once rich with life, was now silent, save for the whispers of the wind that carried secrets long buried.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
When Shadows Find Their Voice
The villagers called it the Hollowing—the moment dusk bled into night, when shadows stretched too long and the air hummed with a sound like a choir of drowned voices. No one dared step outside after the last bell tolled at sundown. No one but Elara, the girl who heard the shadows sing.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
The Last Keyhole
They told Elara the manor was condemned. Locals called it "Welling House," but only in whispers, like the very name could summon something dark. Still, when the letter arrived—parchment sealed with wax and bearing her grandmother’s looping, unmistakable handwriting—Elara boarded the first train north.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
Letters from Verdun
Verdun, France – November 12th, 1916 The mud was worse today. Clinging to boots, to legs, to rifles. Like the earth itself was trying to pull them under. Private Henri Marchand paused in the narrow trench, clutching a small tin box to his chest with gloved hands. His breath ghosted into the cold air, and in the still moment between artillery booms, he imagined he could hear the leaves falling in his mother’s garden back in Lyon.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
A Silent Witness
Chapter One: The Empty Room It had been years since Clara found herself standing in this doorway. The thick oak frame creaked under her touch, as though the house itself was reluctant to let her in. The scent of dust and mildew hung in the air. A once-stately mansion, now abandoned. She could almost hear the echoes of laughter, the clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation that used to fill these rooms.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
Quest for the Crystal Sky
A Journey Beyond the Clouds to Save a Dying World The winds howled over the shattered cliffs of Aerith, where the sky bled with hues of indigo and flame. Once, the skies above had been clear and endless—a vast expanse where floating isles drifted like serene ships, suspended by ancient magic. But that was before the rift.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education
The Forgotten Map
Unlocking a Lost Path to a World That Shouldn’t Exist No one had set foot in the East Wing of the Ashgrove Library for over fifty years. Dust blanketed every surface like snow. Lanterns had long since gone cold. The air smelled of ink, mold, and forgotten time. And yet, Eira stood at its threshold, heart pounding, a half-burned letter in one hand and a strange brass key in the other.
By yasid ali10 months ago in Education