Zidane

Joined August 2025

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The Bench at the End of Pine Street 🪑
The Bench at the End of Pine Street At the very end of Pine Street, where the houses thinned and the road stopped pretending it had somewhere important to go, there was a bench.
By Zidane28 days ago in Fiction
The Radio That Played at Dusk
There was a house at the edge of Briar Hollow that never fully went quiet. Even after the windows fogged with age, even after the paint peeled into pale curls, there was always a faint sound drifting from inside — not music exactly, not voices either. Just a soft hum, like something trying to remember what it used to say.
By Zidane29 days ago in Fiction
The Bench at the End of Pine Street
At the end of Pine Street, where the road gave up trying to be important, there sat a wooden bench no one remembered installing.
By Zidane30 days ago in Motivation
The Clockmaker’s Window
Every town has a place where time moves a little differently. In Briar Hollow — a quiet valley town with more trees than people — that place was Harlon’s Clock Shop.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
When We Found the Sky Again
The first day the sun returned to Crestfall Valley was the day Aiden met Liora. For ninety-three days, the valley had been swallowed by winter fog — a thick, silver curtain that dimmed every morning and turned every night into a blur of shadows. The people of Crestfall called it the Long Haze, the kind of phenomenon that only happened once every few decades. Crops froze, windows stayed closed, and most folks kept their heads down, counting the days until the sky reappeared.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Promise
The sea surrounding Brimwater Bay had moods like a living creature. Some days it shimmered peacefully, gentle as a lullaby.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The Garden Behind the Clocktower
Most people in Willowbend passed the old clocktower without looking up. Its bricks were faded, its bell had not rung in thirty years, and ivy crawled over its sides like time trying to reclaim it. But to Lila Hart — the quiet florist who ran the tiny shop across the street — the tower was the most beautiful landmark in town. She said the silence of the tower was a kind of music, the sort only lonely hearts could hear.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Motivation
The Snowfall Between Us
The first snowfall of the year always made Winterbridge feel like a storybook town. Trees glimmered like silver sculptures, rooftops softened under fresh blankets of white, and the river that ran through the valley turned quiet, as if holding its breath.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The House That Waited for Her
At the very end of Briarwood Lane stood a small yellow house that leaned slightly to the left, as though time had pushed it down the road and it had finally grown tired of resisting. Its paint was chipped, its windows fogged, and its fence had long forgotten how to stand straight. Most people walked past it without a second look.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The Prince Who Never Logged Out
In the northern region of Eldoria, a vast land within the immersive VRMMO Chrona Realms, there stood a citadel crafted entirely from white stone laced with silver. Snow drifted around it endlessly, soft as powdered silk. Players called it Frostveil Citadel. NPCs called it the Citadel of Dusk Snow.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Starborn Prince
Long before kingdoms carved borders into the earth, long before maps tried to claim the sky, there existed a place called Valyra — a land where mountains glowed at night and rivers shimmered like silver strings. Magic breathed softly through the land, subtle but alive.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
The Prince Who Chased the Morning Light
Beyond mountains shaped like sleeping giants and forests that hummed old lullabies, there lay the twin kingdoms of Elessar and Aurendale. Though they shared a border carved by a winding silver river, their histories had long been strained — sometimes friendly, sometimes cold, like two siblings who loved each other yet refused to admit it.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction

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The Bench at the End of Pine Street 🪑

The Radio That Played at Dusk

The Bench at the End of Pine Street

The Clockmaker’s Window

When We Found the Sky Again

The Lighthouse Keeper’s Promise

The Garden Behind the Clocktower

The Snowfall Between Us

The House That Waited for Her

The Prince Who Never Logged Out

The Princess and the Starborn Prince

The Prince Who Chased the Morning Light

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