Cliffhanger
Rebel's Rhapsody
Phoenix revved the engine of his motorcycle, the roar echoing through the crowded city streets. The wind whipped at his jacket, and his heart pounded with adrenaline. Behind him, the rest of The Riders fell into formation, their bikes rumbling in a chorus of power and rebellion.
By Daisy Kebasoabout a year ago in Chapters
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Friday, 4:47 pm. Seven clouds passed by my window. Slowly, leisurely they floated against the hazy blue sky. All seven, one after another as I watched. I, of course, had actual work I was supposed to be doing, but anyone who says they are still motivated on a Friday afternoon is a liar. I am not a liar.
By Alys Revnaabout a year ago in Chapters
Boundless
I've touched many things in my life, but in this era love has been more so a gift more than anything else. The winds comfort my sorrows, when the rain falls, we cry together. When I have felt alone in a state of demise, something inside me pressures the purpose of life and the light within I have suppressed for many years. What a beautiful pain it is to breathe despite everything around me. I have felt alone, and maybe I am so, out in the cold. Until warmth finds me, I shall have a heart of ice to keep myself alive. What else am I supposed to do in this cold but survive? I met someone long ago but, our existence together begs many questions in my mind.
By Alexis Gibsonabout a year ago in Chapters
Karma Is A Bitch
Once upon a time, in a small, picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, lived a young woman named Isabella. Isabella was known for her radiant beauty, but those who knew her well understood that beneath her charming exterior lay a heart cold as ice. Her beauty had granted her many privileges, and she wielded them mercilessly to get what she wanted, often at the expense of others.
By Leroy payne2 years ago in Chapters
A Season of Grief
### A Season of Grief Winter had always been Emma's favorite season. The world blanketed in white, the crisp air filling her lungs, and the serene silence that only snow could bring. But this winter was different. This winter was the first without her husband, Daniel.
By Dawuda Hardi 2 years ago in Chapters
A Glimpse of Tomorrow
One chilly autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the breeze and the town’s lanterns flickered to life, Elara found herself troubled by a recurring dream. In it, she stood at the edge of a vast, shimmering lake, surrounded by a forest cloaked in twilight. The sky above was a canvas of swirling colors—a celestial ballet that seemed to foretell both wonder and peril.
By Dawuda Hardi 2 years ago in Chapters
The Solstice Awakening
Section 1: The Call of the Past Brightridge was a town with a demeanor of calm secret, settled in the moving slopes and thick backwoods of the English open country. The cobblestone roads wound their direction through pleasant bungalows and old stone structures, murmuring stories of a former time. Among these murmurs was the legend of the Solstice Custom, an old function accepted to tackle the force of the sun on the longest day of the year.
By Issa Betsungu2 years ago in Chapters
To the ones healing their darkest fragments
To the ones healing their darkest fragments Today I choose not to poetically quote the light that we need to embrace in order to see the best parts of ourselves. I do not wish to romanticise the goodness present in life. Today I want to talk about the darkness of the existence we forge our essence in—the dreariest moments of our soul that cause misery. The loneliness that mitigates the sanguinity we hold for a better tomorrow I am a writer, and we are often accused of overexemplifying the beauty of life and light. But light can only exist if we rotate and oscillate between shades of grey, between the darkness and the looming shadows that hollow us from inside.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
