Adventure
Top 7 Atlas Mountain Hikes For All Skill Level
If Morocco’s rugged beauty is calling your name, there’s no better place to start than the majestic Atlas Mountains. Stretching across the heart of the country, the range offers a mix of scenic valleys, soaring peaks, and ancient Berber villages—and yes, there’s a trail here for everyone. Whether you’re just dipping your toes into hiking or you’re a seasoned trekker chasing your next challenge, this list breaks down the top Atlas Mountain hikes for all skill levels.
By Brian Smith9 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 4
The skies above Hollowmere still wept ash by morning. Charred rafters jutted like broken teeth from the skeletons of homes, and the once-bright banners of the town square lay soaked and torn in blackened puddles. The Spiral remained etched into the stone, cracked and flickering with pulses of dying light—like a heart refusing to stop beating.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
When the Moon Learned to Cry. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
ChatGPT said: When the Moon Learned to Cry In the quiet village of Aeloria, nestled between the dark forests and the shimmering lake, there lived an old woman named Maelis. She was known for her wisdom and her strange connection with the moon. On every full moon night, she would climb the winding hill behind her cottage, sit beneath the great oak tree, and gaze at the moon as though it were a dear friend. The villagers spoke of her as a keeper of secrets, one who could communicate with the stars and understand the language of the sky.
By ihsandanish9 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 3
Smoke greeted them before dawn. It rose in a slow coil above the low hills, a black ribbon winding through the morning fog like a noose suspended from the heavens. The village of Hollowmere sprawled beneath it, once a quiet settlement of cobblestone lanes and lantern-lit bridges, now etched with crimson runes that pulsed like infected veins through the earth. The Spiral had taken root. And it was feeding.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
The Last Stop
The clock struck 9:45 PM when Asha stepped out of her part-time job at the city library. The streets of Delhi were still buzzing, but nightfall always carried a certain chill that made her hurry to the nearest bus stop. Her parents had always warned her not to travel late, but with college fees, rent, and expenses mounting, she had little choice. She clutched her sling bag tighter and stepped onto the last bus heading toward East Delhi.
By Dr Sazidul 9 months ago in Chapters







