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The Forgotten Horizon
The wind whispered across the barren expanse, carrying with it the scent of forgotten things. The land, once vibrant and full of life, now lay desolate under an ashen sky. Trees, long since petrified, reached skeletal fingers toward a horizon cloaked in perpetual twilight. This was the Graylands, where no birds sang, no rivers flowed, and no one remembered why.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
When Life Breaks You
She cried silently in her room, it's midnight already, but her bleeding heart won't let her sleep. She tried watching funny reels and scrolling through TikTok videos, but the shadow of sadness lingered. She even switched off her phone and shut her eyes as memories of what happened earlier clouded her head.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
The Old River Road
The Old River Road: A Journey into Darkness Old River Road had always been a place of fear after nightfall. The rumors never stopped—whispers about kidnappings, strange disappearances, and something sinister lurking in the dark. The silence of the road was suffocating, like it swallowed up all sound. It was as if anyone brave—or foolish—enough to walk it would be at the mercy of something far worse than they could imagine.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
10 Transformative Self-Care Practices to Revitalize Your Mind, Body, and Soul
10 Transformative Self-Care Practices to Revitalize Your Mind, Body, and Soul Self-care is the way to achieve balance and well-being in a busy world where constant demands oftentimes take the centre stage. It does not pertain to indulgence or luxury. Rather, self-care represents a sustainable routine that consolidates mental, emotional, and physical health, favouring every individual—the busy professional, the caring carer, and every type of personal growth factor.
By DHARMENDRA KUMAR BAIRWAabout a year ago in Fiction
The Horse King
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. I was there, not in the kingdom, at the river. I watched the water take its course as only nature can, this same immovable way. At first I supposed the 'ran in reverse' idea quite poetic. When the common person had come to genuinely believe this, and as a response to the King's love lost, I found concern. By the end of her second month vanished it was still the focal point of all relevant creation. We didn’t speak of her when she was here, but the state of government has spun out.
By Collin Salajka McCormickabout a year ago in Fiction
Changes Taking Place
I waited with Mario and Anya in the car while Fig checked on Georgio who was still recovering in his hospital room. It was a quick visit, just so Fig could let Uncle Georgio know that she loved him and wasn't going to abandon him during this tough time. Though she was afraid, she knew that she'd rather sign up as his caretaker then have to think about what his life might be like at a nursing home. He still couldn't speak well enough for a conversation about how to repair the house, so she didn't bring it up yet.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Clockmaker’s Dream"
In the forgotten town of Evermoor, where the fog clung to cobblestone streets like whispers of old stories, stood a peculiar little shop. The clockmaker’s shop was tucked between weathered, ivy-covered buildings, its sign barely legible. To step inside was to enter another world—dimly lit, full of glinting metal, and alive with the gentle hum of a hundred ticking clocks.
By Marwa Jawadabout a year ago in Fiction
She married the Ghost
It was a misty autumn evening in the town of Willowbrook, a place where ancient legends hung in the air like otherworldly whispers. Clara Evans has always been a dreamer who believed more in stories than the mundane routines of life. She loved mystery novels, old folklore and stories about the supernatural. Little did she know that her life would soon become a story that would be whispered about for generations.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
