Horror

When Hearts Collide.
The following morning, sunlight poured into the windows of Ava’s cottage, soft and golden, drying away the last trace of the storm. Tangled in sheets that had a faint scent of the sea and lavender, she slowly opened her eyes. There was a stillness to the air, the kind that only came after a night of rain—like the world had pressed a reset button.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The Marlowe Bay Summer Festival was a mosaic of light and sound that filled the heart of the sleepy town with vibrant energy. Lanterns dangled above the streets, glowing like fireflies as dusk fell. Laughter and the music of a local folk band playing on a temporary wooden stage mixed with laughter from every corner. Ava observed the celebrations as they progressed from the town square's edge. She wore a casual navy dress and a loose braid over her shoulder, her sandals tapping nervously against the pavement. She wasn’t sure why she had come. Maybe it was the lemonade promise. Maybe it was the look in Liam’s eyes earlier that day. Maybe it was the part of her that was tired of running.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Chapter 1: Waves of Change The sea breeze was different here. Ava Bennett stepped off the bus and took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill her lungs. She closed her eyes and listened. Waves crashed in the distance, seagulls called overhead, and the faint hum of a sleepy town morning hung in the air. It wasn’t just the landscape that felt new—it was the sense of possibility, of change.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
INSIDE THE MIRROR
"Attic is not just about dust and old things. Some attics hide a world that is invisible to the naked eye, but forever awake behind the mirror..."
By Canvas Whispers8 months ago in Chapters
The 8 Most Watched Films Adapted from Rabindranath Tagore's Works.
Introduction Rabindranath Tagore, the Nobel laureate, poet, playwright, musician, and philosopher, is one of the towering figures of Indian and world literature. His multifaceted works have transcended the realm of literature and have been translated into various art forms, including cinema. Generations of filmmakers have been inspired by Tagore's profound comprehension of human emotions, social conflicts, love, and existential questions. His stories, rich in psychological depth and human drama, have been adapted into critically acclaimed and widely watched films in Indian cinema history.
By Krypton 8 months ago in Chapters
"The House with the Locked Room"
"The House with the Locked Room" They said she was whimsical. Called her the "daydream mom." The kind who painted stars on the ceiling and talked to her plants like they were old friends. People smiled at her in supermarkets—charmed by her wild curls and humming voice—but they never stayed long. The way her eyes wandered too far, like they were chasing things only she could see, made them uncomfortable.
By Sumon Ahmed8 months ago in Chapters
In a remote village
In a remote village, there was an old manor. It was said that a cursed spirit roamed there. One day, a few friends went to that house. They bravely entered inside. The inside of the house was dark and cold. They turned on the flashlights and started looking around. Suddenly, they entered a room where there was an old mirror. As they stood in front of the mirror, they felt a chill. That's when the terrible incident happened. A shadow emerged from inside the mirror. The shadow was tall and black. Its eyes were like burning fire. The friends screamed in fear. They knew they would not return alive. That cursed spirit chased them. They started running, but the spirit caught them. After that, they were never heard from again. It is said that their souls still roam that house. How did you like the story?
By Sumon Ahmed8 months ago in Chapters
Google is reportedly planning to unveil a Pinterest alternative at I/O 2025
Google's journey into visual content curation isn't entirely new. In 2020, Google's experimental division, Area 120, introduced "Keen," an AI-driven platform designed to help users discover and curate content based on their interests. While Keen offered a unique approach by leveraging machine learning to suggest relevant content, it didn't gain significant traction and was eventually phased out.
By Shakil Sorkar8 months ago in Chapters
After the stars fell
Write a story after the happily ever after I often wondered what love is. Is it truly the warm, fuzzy emotions that ooze out of true mirth of care and adore, or is it a product of prevalent capitalism that exists within our world? That makes it easy for the consumeristic and hyperagile construct to sell products to the humans as a marketing tactic, to slip in through the psyche of innocent minds, to create a buzz, to find their weaklings and exploit them for company profits and expansions. I still find myself wondering what love is, pondering over that thought.
By Hridya Sharma8 months ago in Chapters
Maria
Maria had always believed her life was perfect. She had doting parents, loyal friends, and a deep faith that kept her grounded. Her days were filled with prayer, laughter, and dreams of a future built on love. But what Maria didn’t know was that her world was a carefully crafted illusion—one that was beginning to crack.
By mitty anego8 months ago in Chapters
Part 1: The Shadowed Apartment
In Walk 2022, a youthful man named Tanveer moved to Dhaka after securing a work at a multinational company. Coming from a little town, the bustling city life and the overpowering swarm were not simple for him to alter. On top of that, his budget was tight. So, he chosen to lease a little level in an ancient, four-story building in Ancient Dhaka—Unit 3.
By Mimi Khan8 months ago in Chapters
The Sound of Glass. AI-Generated.
Nobody noticed when the glass broke. Not at first. It was 3:17 a.m., the kind of hour when the world goes soft and shapeless. Rain tapped the windows with a kind of half-hearted rhythm, like it wasn’t sure it wanted to fall. Clara was on the couch, wrapped in a blanket she’d bought when she still believed that warmth could come from thread. The television was on mute, flashing color onto her tired face, and a mug of tea had gone cold beside her elbow. Her phone buzzed once — an email from a job she didn’t get — and then died.
By Chxse8 months ago in Chapters