Adventure
"Hope is thing with feather"
The Girl Who Waited for Spring In a small, snow-covered village nestled between the hills of northern Norway, there lived a girl named Elina. Winters here were long, bitter, and dark. For most of the year, the sun hardly touched the sky, and the cold gnawed at bones and spirits alike. But Elina had something that kept her warm when others froze — hope.
By Khubaib saeed 7 months ago in Chapters
Whisper in the crowd
Lena sat on the worn wooden bench at the edge of the park, the early evening breeze ruffling her hair. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in shades of amber and lavender. Around her, the city hummed softly — distant cars, laughter from a nearby playground, the faint clinking of glasses from a street café. But inside her mind, there was a storm.
By Khubaib saeed 7 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle7 months ago in Chapters
Beyond the Runway
Chapter One: The Dream on the Rooftop From the rooftop of a cramped apartment in Ahmedabad, 17-year-old Anaya Desai would watch the sunset with a stack of old fashion magazines in her lap. Her dreams weren’t about parties or fame — they were about breaking free from invisibility.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Chapters
🌙 Soundtracking the Self: Music as Mirror, Mask, and Memory . AI-Generated.
We use music to escape. To dream. To feel. But we also use it to understand ourselves. In a world where identity feels like a moving target—shifting with the algorithm, the season, or the mood—music remains one of the most honest reflections of who we are.
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
Along the Path I Once Trekked
You leave a place with hopes, and sometimes fears, and then somehow life circles you back through to bring a memory flickering as if you're meant to stop. Take a look around and gather whatever it was you lost sight of before. And in that, you come to learn that the road drops there. You push the brake pedal down slowly and the vehicle comes to a halt as your gaze rakes in what you missed before.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
Laws of success Napoleon Hill
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and endless farmland, there lived a young man named Elijah Carter. He was neither born into wealth nor gifted with extraordinary talents that made him stand out in school. He was, in every sense, average — except for one thing: a relentless curiosity about what made certain people succeed while others drifted through life.
By Fanince historian 7 months ago in Chapters
To Return, Remember
“Where do you think you’re headed?” asked a burly voice from behind Steph. Where did this monstrosity come from? Steph wondered, turning to see a minotaur lumbering toward them from the direction they’d just come. There were no other doors, no hidden paths—at least, none Steph could see. But in this place, what did visibility really mean?
By Lillianna Nightveil7 months ago in Chapters
