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The Library of Lost Dreams
Deep in the heart of a sprawling city lies an unmarked door that leads to the Library of Lost Dreams, a place where forgotten aspirations are stored as books. When an aimless young woman named Elena stumbles upon it, she discovers a book with her name on it—and the story inside isn’t finished.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Secret
In a small coastal town, an antique clockmaker named Mr. Armand spends decades restoring broken timepieces. One day, he receives a mysterious clock unlike any he’s ever seen. As he works to uncover its secrets, he realizes the clock has the power to alter time—revealing hidden truths about his past and giving him the chance to change his future.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Little Pine Tree's Christmas Dream" . Content Warning.
The little pine tree stood quietly on the outskirts of the Christmas tree field, surrounded by rows of perfectly shaped trees. Some were tall and majestic blue spruces with their sharp needles, while others were fragrant balsam firs or elegant white spruces with flawless symmetry. Even among the scattered pines like itself, the little pine tree felt unique. It didn’t mind being smaller than most; after all, not every home could accommodate a twenty-foot tree. Somewhere out there, it believed, was a cozy little home waiting for a perfectly sized tree like itself—a home where it could shine as the perfect Christmas centerpiece.
By amgadabout a year ago in Fiction
Paradox of Truth
The neon glow of Solace Station bathed its labyrinthine alleys in hues of electric blue and crimson. A sprawling orbital city teetering on the edge of a dying star, it pulsed with artificial life, its chaos a stark contrast to the cold void of space beyond. Here, reality was malleable, bent by the weight of technology and desperation.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Are You Living A Comb’s Life?
As Vincent entered her office, Mitzy read his expression and the glint in his eyes and said, “No!” hanging up the phone after ending the conversation with one of her clients.
By Annelise Lords about a year ago in Fiction
I'll Love you for A Thousand More
March 03, 1996 250 Miles Beyond Earth's Surface "Amelia? We're good?", Lucy; one of her Troops' partners asked in a worrisome tone.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper's Last Signal
On a windswept cliff overlooking a raging sea stood Blackstone Lighthouse, a solitary sentinel that had guided ships to safety for over a century. The villagers whispered tales of its keeper, an old man named Walter Crane, who hadn’t left the lighthouse in decades.
By Mira Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction
Ashes . Content Warning.
This forest seems to be a part of some other planet. The air is cold, but there is no sign of life in it. This cold is such that it goes down the spine, "as if some invisible shadow is touching you. There is a deep silence all around, but there is no peace here, but a painful suffocation that makes you restless. Everything here is unnatural even though it is natural," as if some hidden power is controlling this forest, "someone who is feeling the presence of those four friends at every moment.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Fiction
Top 10 Teenage Movies Every Teen Must Watch
Number 10. He’s All That. Directed by Mark Waters. This film follows Padgett Sawyer, a popular high school influencer who, after a public breakup, sets out to transform an unpopular and misunderstood classmate, Cameron Kweller, into prom king as part of a challenge to salvage her reputation. As Padgett helps Cameron with his makeover, they start to develop a genuine connection, and she begins to question her shallow, social-media-driven world.The film is a light, feel-good journey about self-discovery, second chances, and learning that appearances aren’t everything, but critics were less kind to this remake, giving it a 31% on Rotten Tomatoes and 4.3 on IMDb.
By Nak_ Keabout a year ago in Fiction
Inflation Stole Christmas
The snow fell relentlessly that Christmas Eve, each flake a delicate whisper against the frozen air, drifting through the streets like the last vestiges of a season we all once knew. From my window, the city below seemed swallowed by its own stillness—a pristine world untouched by the relentless march of time. Yet, beneath the serene white blanket, a deeper truth pulsed: the silence was not peace; it was a hollow echo of a year spent in quiet suffering.
By Honsby Orjiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Crimson Warrior: Under the Red Maple Moon. AI-Generated.
The Blood-soaked Warrior: Below the Red Maple Moon Beneath the awning of blood-soaked maple leaves, the moon abashed low and full, casting an awesome scarlet afterglow over the forest. The air was abundant with the whispers of wind animate through the leaves, as admitting attributes itself was aside secrets of the past. In the affection of the backwoods stood a abandoned warrior, his aphotic contour affected adjoin the aglow red moon. He was accepted abandoned as Kaito, the Blood-soaked Warrior—a name aside with according genitalia awe and fear.
By Say the truth about a year ago in Fiction
The Magic of a New Year’s Kiss
Modern Year’s Eve. An occasion that comes each year. It appeared like everybody was having a party. I thought almost not going to anyone’s party. But at that point my sister told me she required me at her party.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Fiction