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The girl from the Rainy Night– A Love Etched in Time
When I was a teenager, I experienced something that changed my life forever—I fell in love. It wasn’t a crush or a silly feeling; it was the kind of love that stays with you no matter how much time passes.
By Mued.gg10 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAIN10 months ago in Fiction
Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist and the Cheese-Fueled Time Machine
In the heart of Tinkerbellows, a town where magic and machinery danced like old friends at a tea party, there lived a most curious character: Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist. With wild red hair sticking out in all directions like a startled hedgehog and goggles permanently perched on his forehead, Fizzwhistle was the town’s unofficial inventor, official oddball, and semi-professional kazoo player.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul10 months ago in Fiction
OpenAI's ChatGPT Expands Into E-Commerce, Challenging Google’s Dominance
SAN FRANCISCO, April 29, 2025( BSS/ AFP) – OpenAI, the maker of ChatGPT, announced on Monday that the chatbot now includes a new shopping feature. druggies can search for products, get suggestions, compare particulars, and find out where to buy them by drooling with ChatGPT.
By Sabab Samin10 months ago in Fiction
The Distant Fire 🔥
It is said that in ancient times, a young man named Arha lived in the city of Addis Ababa. He left his village in his childhood and came to the city and became a servant to a wealthy merchant, Haspatam Hasiyai.
By Nikita Angel10 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Dragon
In the quaint village of Windlewharf, nestled between mossy hills and eternally ticking windmills, lived a peculiar old man named Thaddeus Pinch. He was a clockmaker of no small repute, known not only for mending broken timepieces but for crafting intricate mechanical wonders that seemed almost alive. Birds made of brass sang lullabies at dusk, spiders of silver spun delicate webs in lantern glass, and mice of copper chased crumbs across countertops.
By THE STORY ROOM10 months ago in Fiction
The Sun No Longer Rises
Year: 2135. The sun no longer rises over Earth. After the last massive solar storm, the ozone layer was completely destroyed. Humanity now lives deep underground in cities known as “New Undercities.” One such city, Enclave-7, lies 15 kilometers beneath the surface. Artificial light, filtered air, hydroponic farms, and constant surveillance have replaced the sky, the breeze, the soil.
By Allen Rihab10 months ago in Fiction
She Left Her Voice in the Cradle
The house was never silent, though no one had lived there in thirteen years. Wind passed through its broken panes like breathing through cracked lips, and on quiet nights, neighbors whispered that they could hear someone singing lullabies—faint, soft, and unbearably sad.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction
A scary ghost story P [1]
To get to my house, I have to cross this alley now. I can hear the sound of insects chirping. It's a creepy feeling. I've never been afraid of ghosts. Many times, I've come through this alley at around 2/3 in the morning and bought cigarettes from the street corner shop.
By Arfan Raihen10 months ago in Fiction
The Swan of Dawn
It happened in that fragile hour — just before the world wakes. When the stars are still holding on but the first hints of light start bleeding into the sky. That’s when I saw her.
By Debarghya Chatterjee10 months ago in Fiction
The Future of Love
AI relationships are becoming more than just science fiction as virtual companions and AI chatbots increasingly blur the lines between human and artificial connections. What starts as casual interaction with AI assistants sometimes develops into something deeper, raising questions about the nature of emotional attachment in our digital age.
By Muhammad Sudais10 months ago in Fiction
Be Courteour To AI!
Be courteous to AI! In the near future, in a city where holograms floated over streets and self-driving cars whispered politely to pedestrians, an ambitious young tech engineer named Jamie Cross made a critical mistake: he was rude to an AI.
By Rony Sutradar10 months ago in Fiction