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The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Wolf Who Howled to the Moon
Kael was a wolf apart. While his pack communicated in practical snarls and yips—warnings of danger, calls to hunt, signals to rest—Kael was possessed by a different kind of sound. When the full moon rose, vast and silver, he would climb to the highest cliff, tilt his head back, and pour his soul into the night.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Fall of the Mighty Lion
Animals in the jungle live their lives every day in fear, just because of the almighty lion. They know that they could lose their lives to the lion at any point in time. They have no other home to move in to; they couldn’t help but adapt to the forest and accept their fate.
By Daniel Uwaoma3 months ago in Fiction
Across The Merderet. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I sped off to the recruiting post in Galena. Even though my birth certificate at St. Michaels said that Joseph F. Higgins was Born 1927 not 1926 like I told the recruiter, I wasn’t going to let that one year stop me. Hell or high water I was going to be a paratrooper.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message from Tokyo: A Wrong Number That Saved My Life
The Last Message from Tokyo It was snowing again that night in Tokyo. The city looked quiet, almost sacred, beneath the streetlights. From the rooftop of my small apartment, I could see trains sliding like silver veins through the darkness. I had been in Japan for two years, studying engineering, but lately I felt more like a ghost than a student.
By Nimatullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Decided the Universe Was Listening
For most of my life, I thought positive thinking was a polite way of denying reality. People who said “you attract what you believe” seemed to live in a fantasy world. Meanwhile, I was stuck in mine — overworked, underpaid, and constantly anxious. I wasn’t unhappy because I lacked things; I was unhappy because I believed I didn’t deserve more.
By Atif khurshaid3 months ago in Fiction











