Adventure
The Keeper of Lost Ticks. AI-Generated.
The bell above the door of Elias’s shop didn’t chime so much as it gasped, a weary exhalation that signaled another intrusion into his carefully curated silence. His world was one of measured ticks and steady tocks, of brass gears and polished pendulums. He was a master of time, yet he lived outside of it, surrounded by the ghosts of a thousand forgotten hours.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
The Bench by the Elm Tree. AI-Generated.
Arthur’s world had shrunk to the size of a one-bedroom apartment and the park bench beneath the old elm tree. Each morning, he followed the same ritual: a slow walk to the bench, the rustle of his newspaper, and the gentle solitude of watching pigeons fight over crumbs. His wife, Eleanor, had been gone for two years, and the silence she left behind was a presence in itself.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
The River Made of Glass
Crossing it means choosing one.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
