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Echoes of the Baltimore Bridge
In the heart of Baltimore, where the city pulses with life, there stands a bridge. It's not just any bridge; it's a silent witness to the ebbs and flows of human emotions, carrying the weight of countless stories within its iron veins. This bridge, spanning the Patapsco River, has seen laughter and tears, love and heartbreak, hope and despair. But amongst the myriad tales it holds, there is one that echoes with a poignant resonance.
By Pavan Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
The Conspiracy Brains Here's How Theorists Differ From One Another
You don't have to search far in our hyperconnected society to find someone promoting conspiracy theories, from the classic Flat Earth movement to QAnon "truthers" and anti-vaccine fanatics. Friends and relatives are frequently shocked when someone slips into the dark world of conspiracies. After all, how can a once sensible person become convinced that dinosaurs don't exist? Psychology, though, may have a solution.
By Francis Dami2 years ago in Fiction
A love...
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived two souls whose lives were intertwined in a bittersweet dance of love and loss. Emily, with her radiant smile and gentle demeanor, captured the heart of Jacob, a brooding artist with a troubled past. From the moment their eyes met across a crowded café, they knew their fates were sealed.
By naol abraham2 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Witch
Once upon a time, in a land where rivers sparkled with stardust and talking trees guarded ancient secrets, lived a witch named Willa. Unlike the haggard, potion-brewing stereotype, Willa possessed long, flowing silver hair, eyes that shone with the emerald fire of a summer storm, and a laugh that could melt even the frostiest heart. But what truly set her apart was her insatiable sweet tooth, so legendary it earned her the nickname "Willa the Chocolate Witch."
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
Exploring a Haunted Mansion
During her summer vacation in the peaceful countryside, Aurora loved nothing more than embarking on long walks through the local forest. On one of these solo adventures, she stumbled upon a grand yet abandoned mansion. Intrigued by its desolation, she decided to enter and explore the premises.
By Mohammed Musa2 years ago in Fiction
WHISPERING WOODS
My name is William Kristof, but people know me as Woody. I live in the little green house on the edge of the river with my Grandfather. Whispering Woods is the name of our village. Mainly because of the legend, whispers of a ghost that tarries here. Many still hear it on long hikes throughout the forest. Campers, hikers, and even the wild teens after the Friday night football game a county over venture out here to let loose. There have been record of the whispers, including myself at times. Most people just come out for the thrill, even the tourists.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
The Centenarian Cyclist Short Story
The Centenarian Cyclist Short Story A unique person known to all as the Centenarian Cyclist resided in the charming town of Willowbrook, tucked away between undulating hills and flowing streams. At the ripe age of 100, Henry was a living legend whose life story inspired countless others.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction






