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Crossroads
Turning it in gauntleted hands, he felt the weight of all creation carried by its bloodstained hilt. Excalibur. Outside, the crows sang Arthur’s Lament.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
The Salt of The Sea . AI-Generated.
The salty air of the Mediterranean kissed the shores of the small coastal village of Portobello. Life in this idyllic corner of the world moved at a leisurely pace, punctuated by the rhythm of the waves and the laughter of children playing on the beach. Among the villagers was a young fisherman named James, a man known for his honesty and unwavering kindness. He had recently married the radiant Elena, a woman whose beauty was only surpassed by her gentle spirit.
By Monnade Mixoumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Town That Never Sleeps
Ella had heard whispers about a strange town that existed somewhere in the mountains, but she had always dismissed them as urban legends. A place where clocks didn’t work, and the sun never set. A place where people never aged.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Borrowed Time
On a quiet Saturday afternoon, Elijah sat in his favorite coffee shop, nursing a cappuccino and scrolling through his phone. The hum of life outside the window was his solace, a distraction from the monotony of his nine-to-five existence.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Midnight Market
Late one rainy evening, Mia wandered the backstreets of her city, her mind heavy with worry about her crumbling life. She’d lost her job, her boyfriend had ghosted her, and her rent was due in three days. With no clear direction, she stumbled into an alley illuminated by strings of glowing paper lanterns.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Language of Fireflies
The air in the village of Thennampatti was thick with the scent of jasmine and wet earth after the morning rain. Emerald paddy fields stretched as far as the eye could see, a vibrant tapestry woven by nature’s hand.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A New Year’s Mystery
The John family had always celebrated New Year’s Eve with quiet charm in their cozy countryside home. This year, however, promised a thrilling twist. After a mysterious letter arrived at their doorstep, the night turned into a breathtaking adventure that none of them would ever forget.
By John Sonabout a year ago in Fiction
Contemplations on the year that would have been 2024
We are grateful that the year 2024 is drawing to a close. It would be an understatement of colossal proportions to suggest that this year ended up being a challenging one. The year 2024 brought many things along with it, but most notably, it brought fear, misery, pain, suffering, and death. But what has this year taught us as it progresses to 2025?
By Mohammed about a year ago in Fiction
The Library of Lost Memories
Marissa wasn’t sure how she ended up on the street that night. She’d been walking to clear her head, overwhelmed by the weight of recent events: a broken engagement, the loss of a childhood friend, and a career that no longer felt fulfilling.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Train to Nowhere
Sam had always loved trains—the way they hummed through the world, carrying passengers to new destinations. But this train was different. It had appeared out of nowhere, an old-fashioned locomotive gleaming under the glow of the city streetlights, despite no tracks in sight.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Night the Moon Spoke
Ella had always been drawn to the moon. As a child, she would sit on her tiny balcony, whispering her secrets to the glowing orb in the sky, pretending it whispered back. But as she grew older, the weight of life silenced her midnight talks. Dreams faded, routines set in, and the magic she once believed in felt like a distant memory.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent Love
When my mother said that you were getting engaged to Nazr, I kept quiet. He was my maternal uncle's son. There was nothing wrong with him except that he would quickly become open with everyone. He was playful, but he understood my mood and did not become open with me very quickly. The reason for this could be that I kept my distance from boys. He knew that my parents intended to tie us in marriage since childhood, so he did not do anything that I found unpleasant, although he was always joking and mischievous with everyone else.
By TaleSpotabout a year ago in Fiction