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Time-Travel Mystery: Echoes Unveiled
In the dim-lit corners of a smoky 1920s jazz club, the notes of a melancholic saxophone hung heavy in the air, like secrets seeking escape from their confines. Roger Stone, a private investigator with a face carved by shadows and eyes that had seen too much, nursed his bourbon, his thoughts wandering like ghosts through the labyrinthine alleyways of time.
By Paulla Kantasak2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Descent of Rapunzel's Ambition
My name is Rapunzel, and I've always believed that power is the true measure of one's worth. From a young age, I recognized the potential within me to manipulate, control, and shape the world to my desires. While others saw beauty and innocence in the world around them, I saw opportunities for dominance.
By Mariam Ali2 years ago in Fiction
The Clever Caterpillar's Transformation
In a lush meadow, where wildflowers painted the landscape with vibrant colors, lived a curious and clever caterpillar named Camille. Camille was not like the other caterpillars who contentedly munched on leaves all day. She had a burning desire to explore the world beyond the meadow and to learn all she could about the wonders that lay beyond.
By emad afsary2 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 13)
The author of Shanna's life was interrupted. Chapter 13 in the series could not be told. Perhaps it was a punishment because the Author wanted to make a living out of writing. Perhaps it was some plague against Freedom of Speech. Chapter 13 was rejected.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
What if god meets Satan?
The meeting of God and Satan is a topic that has intrigued and fascinated humanity for centuries. It has been explored in various religious, philosophical, and literary contexts, each shedding light on the complexities of morality, good and evil, and the nature of divine beings. In this imaginary encounter, we delve into the implications of such a meeting and how it might unfold.
By Saseen mohamed2 years ago in Fiction
Pandoras box
Curiosity: a blessing, or a curse? The paradoxical nature of this trait was personified for the ancient Greeks in the mythical figure of Pandora. According to legend, she was the first mortal woman, whose blazing curiosity set a chain of earth-shattering events in motion.
By ALICE WAMBETI2 years ago in Fiction
When Winds Change
There was something different about today. Jeremiah could smell it on the wind. Its buttery soft warmth floating in cascading swirls. Warm but also clean as morning dew, rising like glittering smoke, up, up, up, into his tower tossing his golden locks playfully. It smelled fresh, the promise of an adventure tickling at his nose, he breathed deeply. From his window, Jeremiah’s whole world consisted of that which he could see. From the golden meadow down below painted with a rainbow of wildflowers to the trickling clear stream around the tower’s base, to the misty mountains in the distance, it was his, and this was his golden hour. When dawn breaks and the world yawns in sleepy contentedness, rubbing its eyes at a glorious dream, it stretches and breathes. Deep in his core, Jeremiah knew with perfect certainty as if it was something he had always known. He was ready. Today was the day he told himself. Today, I will leave this tower and my life will finally begin.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 12)
Although she was nervous and worried, Shanna was able to get to sleep. She awoke on Friday morning around 7ish. Her normal routine in play: coffee, computer, tasks. A basket of dried laundry was set on the coffee table. The beds were still unmade. The floor and litter box were clean enough. She needed to go get another pack of cigarettes and check her bank balance. She was worried about her son and about her money situation. Stress. "Retirement is not all it's cracked up to be," she grumbled.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
The whispering willow's wise lesson
In a tranquil valley, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, stood a majestic willow tree. Its sweeping branches seemed to caress the very sky, and its leaves rustled with a soothing melody whenever the wind embraced them. This was the Whispering Willow, a tree that held within its boughs a secret wisdom known throughout the land.
By emad afsary2 years ago in Fiction
