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The Ember Crown
Chapter 1: Ash and Echoes As dusk settled over the cliffs of Elaren, the wind howled through the jagged stones like a chorus of unseen voices. Below, the village of Darnholm lay half-buried beneath layers of ash, its remnants silent under the weight of Mount Virel’s restless fury. The volcano’s blackened peak smoldered in the twilight, a dying ember against the darkening sky.
By Mayaz ahmed10 months ago in Fiction
In the Quiet, I Loved You
A Chance Meeting It was just another rainy afternoon when Akhun met Afsana. The sky was grey, and the streets were wet, but inside that moment, something beautiful began. They had both taken shelter under the same broken bus stop. Akhun noticed her first — her calm presence, the way her scarf danced in the wind, and the warmth in her quiet smile.
By Hazrat Bilal10 months ago in Fiction
The Hating Game
👩💼👨💼 Meet Lucy and Josh Office Enemies Lucy Hutton is cheerful, kind, and loves wearing bright clothes and lipstick. She’s a people pleaser who believes in being nice to everyone. She works at Bexley & Gamin, a publishing house created when two very different companies merged.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Fiction
The Notebook
The Notebook is a touching and emotional love story written by Nicholas Sparks. It tells the tale of two young people, Noah Calhoun and Allie Hamilton, who fall in love one summer but are pulled apart by life, family, and time. Despite all odds, their love stands the test of time and proves that true love never fades.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Fiction
The Bench by the Lake
It was a cold autumn morning when Sarah returned to the lake after almost a decade. The air was crisp, and golden leaves floated silently onto the water's surface. The same wooden bench stood at the edge, weathered but strong—just like her memories.
By Silent Tears10 months ago in Fiction
🌿 The Whispering House 🌿. AI-Generated.
Deep within a forest so untouched it didn’t appear on any map, nestled under a canopy of ancient trees, stood a house that no one had built—or at least, that’s what the stories said. It wasn’t listed in any record, not etched into local history books, not marked on GPS. But it was real. And it was alive.
By Sayed Saad Gillani10 months ago in Fiction
