Poetry
World War 3: Fear, Power, and the Dangerous Language of Our Time
World War 3: Fear, Power, and the Dangerous Language of Our Time The phrase “World War 3” has become one of the most searched and shared terms in recent years. It appears in headlines, political speeches, social media posts, and everyday conversations. Some people treat it as an inevitable future, while others dismiss it as fear-mongering. The truth, however, lies in a more complex and serious space—one that demands caution, context, and responsibility.
By Wings of Time 21 days ago in Chapters
Storms That Know My Name . Content Warning.
It was a dark, moonless November night. The apartment was empty except for the two of them. Arym was hurting inside, though nothing in the way he carried himself ever revealed it. That notion, however, never applied to Kira. She could see through him. To her, his face was like a glass window in a summer house facing the sea. When the waters were calm, reflecting sunlight, she could stare out endlessly and feel his warmth. But when the waters stormed, the window offered no shield. No lattice of glass could hide the violence beneath.
By glowlikevegaabout a month ago in Chapters
The Stranger Who Waited in the Rain
The Stranger Who Waited in the Rain Rain hammered the streets like a thousand tiny drums. People rushed into shops and under roofs, trying to escape the sudden storm. But amid the chaos stood a girl named Hiba, drenched from head to toe, clutching a broken umbrella.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
The last Ember
--- The Last Ember In a quiet village, tucked away in a valley surrounded by towering mountains, there lived a young girl named Elara. The village was peaceful, its people humble and content, their lives revolving around the changing seasons and the harvests that came with them. But the village also harbored an ancient secret—a secret that Elara was about to uncover.
By The best writer about a month ago in Chapters
The Universe Written on a Single Leaf
A philosopher discovered a leaf with veins forming patterns identical to star maps. He spent years studying it, realizing the design wasn’t coincidence but a reminder: the universe is not out there—it is in everything, even the smallest sliver of matter. When the leaf eventually decayed, the philosopher smiled instead of mourning. “Infinity,” he said, “doesn’t disappear. It only changes form.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
