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Magic Mirror
Once the king of Granada decided that he would get married. The news was first given to his barber. Then to his night watchman and then to all the old women of the city.
By Nikita Angel10 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of my past “continued ”. Content Warning.
The night everything changed, I was in the kitchen when I heard it. A struggle, muffled voices. I rushed toward the sound, my heart pounding. By the time I got to the living room, it was too late.
By Shewrites10 months ago in Fiction
A Silent Language
The first time Lena saw him, he was sitting alone on the park bench with a sketchpad in his lap. She passed by that bench every afternoon on her walk home, but that day something slowed her steps. Maybe it was the way the sun hit his dark curls, or how still he sat, like the world around him didn’t touch him at all.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
Where the Music Stopped, We Started
The sun hit the cobblestones just right that afternoon, spilling gold over the street like something sacred. Shops buzzed, dogs barked, children weaved between legs and tables, and above it all, music floated—bright, bold, and utterly unexpected.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter She Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The rain was light but steady, soaking into cobblestones that had seen centuries pass. It was the kind of rain that blurred the edges of everything—buildings, thoughts, memories. Elena walked slowly through the narrow streets of the old quarter, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her gray wool coat. A scarf with fading floral prints hugged her neck, and her red hair, damp at the edges, clung to her skin.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
The Bond of Survival
A storm rages through the countryside. Rain lashes the land, and the wind howls through the trees. John Carter, a rugged yet kind-hearted man in his late thirties, drives his old pickup truck down a muddy road leading to his small ranch. As he struggles to see through the downpour, his headlights catch something unusual on the side of the road—a small, motionless figure.
By TaleSpot10 months ago in Fiction
Best Gemologists in Kerala
Kerala has a rich history of gemology, with numerous experts offering gemstone identification, grading, and consultation services. Whether for astrological benefits, investment, or personal adornment, choosing a certified gemologist ensures authenticity and quality. Here are some of the best gemologists in Kerala known for their expertise and credibility.
By navagrahaonline10 months ago in Fiction
The Hungry Wolf
Once a wolf was very hungry, so he went out to look for his food. While he was searching for his food, he saw a big fat goat.
By Nikita Angel10 months ago in Fiction
Parrots suffer anxiety like us
In a small bungalow in Wales, there was a parrot named Joey. He was an African grey who brought happiness to his owner, Harold. They had many good times together and shared a strong bond. Each day, Harold would sit in his favorite chair, and Joey would always perch on his shoulder. They enjoyed each other's company, exchanging words and laughter. Joey had a talent for mimicking sounds and phrases, often surprising Harold with his cleverness. He would squawk, "Good morning, Wales!" in a way that made Harold smile.
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Fiction
Giuseppe Verdi and Giuseppina Strepponi. AI-Generated.
In the picturesque town of Busseto, Italy, a chance encounter between Giuseppe Verdi, the renowned composer and Giuseppina Strepponi, a talented soprano, would spark a relationship that would last a lifetime. Their bond, marked by love, loss and artistic partnership, would inspire some of Verdi's most iconic works and leave an indelible mark on the world of opera.
By Henry Lucy11 months ago in Fiction
The Expiration Date Society. AI-Generated.
No more accidents. No more mysteries. No more guesswork. In the Expiration Date Society, death was no longer a question. It was a fact — visible, ticking, and unavoidable.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran11 months ago in Fiction
The ticking of the clock
The ticking of the clock is louder than it ought to be in a home much like this one. In the meanwhile, I am waiting for her at the kitchen table, where I am using my thumb to trace the grain of the wood. It is the third time this week that she has been tardy. There is always an excuse for my sister, Mara, whether it be traffic, a short-notice errand, or the fact that her dog ate her phone. In response to that last one, I can't help but chuckle as I picture her golden dog, Max, chewing on electrical boards. Coffee that has been burned and rain from the previous day combine to create a musty odor that clings to the drapes in the room. From the outside, the streetlamp is flickering, and the shadows that are thrown through the window are jagged.
By TheNaeth11 months ago in Fiction