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The Trial of the Unborn Kingdom
In the absence of a sleeping kingdom, a tiger found a flame that was not Prometheus' flame, but rather a faint light that led him to a court that had not yet been built and a trial that no one had announced.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 months ago in Fiction
“The Day I Realized I Wasn’t the Main Character”. Content Warning.
I used to walk through my life as if a camera crew were following me. I imagined the soft, cinematic glow around my decisions, the way the soundtrack would swell at the right moments, and how the universe would inevitably bend itself to give me the emotional arc I believed I deserved.
By DreamFold2 months ago in Fiction
When the Bones are Good
The door was heavier than I remembered, but the hinges were weak with rust. I leaned in, my body pressed up against the frame and shoved. I stumbled into the room clumsily, gripping the knob still so as not to crash down to the floor. There were tiles missing in the linoleum, and the white, floral white paper had taken on a dingy yellow stain.
By Theresa M Hochstine2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the River Took the Moon. AI-Generated.
The villagers of Keshari Bend still whisper about the night the river swallowed the moon. Not the real moon — no one is foolish enough to believe that —
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Stars Fell Into the Sea. AI-Generated.
On the edge of Miraan Coast, where the sea hummed like an ancient lullaby, lived a quiet fisherman named Arav. Every evening he pushed his small blue boat into the water, following the same rhythm, the same routine, the same tired hope that tomorrow might be better than today.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
Cellar Of Dreams
Introduction This tale was first inspired by the Volkov image, and as I was putting this together, I had put a Silencers album on the player, and the absolutely gorgeous "Cellar Of Dreams" came on, and I knew it was a perfect accompaniment for my story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Horizon.. AI-Generated.
The wind tore at the sails, snapping them sharply, and the salt stung James Calder’s face as he leaned over the railing of the Sea Serpent. The waves rose and fell like restless giants, each one threatening to toss the ship into chaos. He tightened his grip and squinted at the horizon. Somewhere out there, hidden among the fog and endless water, lay the treasure that had driven men mad for centuries.
By William Ebden.2 months ago in Fiction
Whispers with God
Whispers from a Deserted Station and a Busy Tea Stall This is Mianwali station a picnic spot for the gone, as if the passengers are past days
By Mansoor Afaq2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Everyone in the quiet town of Eldenbrook knew Elias Thorn, the old clockmaker whose shop stood at the corner of Willow Street. The windows were always fogged with dust and time, and the shelves were filled with clocks—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, delicate sand timers, and curious contraptions no one had names for.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Maker of Lyria
M Mehran Lyria was a town that did not sleep. Even at midnight, its narrow cobblestone streets glowed with strings of paper lanterns—blue for peace, yellow for hope, white for healing, and red for courage. But the most beautiful lanterns, the ones people whispered about, came from the workshop at the very edge of the riverbank, where an old woman named Sera lived.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
Winter in a Box
Sebastian is sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace, reading yet another book. The tall castle windows are covered by thick curtains, and outside, the snow-covered ground softens the sound of the wind and reduces the pressing darkness.
By Alessa Fen2 months ago in Fiction
A Reimagining of Imagination
Just imagine if we packed up all of the stories which long ago were written by the dreamers of tomorrow, whose imaginations opened the doors of wonder for future generations...and grudgingly locked them away in a great big forgotten room. The key hung in a dark and musty attic, time forgetting that the key and stories ever existed.
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Fiction