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The Playlist I Never Deleted
The Playlist I Never Deleted By [kine Willims] It starts with a song. Always does. The first time I heard it, I was fourteen, riding shotgun in my cousin’s beat-up Honda Civic, the windows cracked and the speakers trembling under the weight of teen angst and 2000s pop-punk. The song—All Time Low’s “Weightless”—came through the static like a promise. A promise that things might get better, that being misunderstood was just part of the journey, and that somehow, someone out there got it. I asked him to replay it three times. He laughed, but he did.
By Kine Willimes7 months ago in Fiction
Paint Me When You're Lonely
A Love in Colors Lena’s world was a gray haze, heavy with worry and grief. After losing her mom, her tiny attic apartment felt like a cage, the silence screaming louder than her fears. Her only escape was her art—bright, bold strokes that let her dream of a life she was too scared to live.
By Shakespeare Jr7 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waits at the Edge of the Fog
1. The Arrival Elena had seen the house in her dreams long before she ever found it. It sat quietly at the edge of a fading forest, shrouded in fog that moved like breath across the hills. Windows like closed eyes. A door like a secret no one wanted to tell.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Fiction
The Rise of Perfect Partners
Introduction: A New Age of Companionship As artificial intelligence continues to revolutionize the world, its impact is no longer confined to offices, data centers, or automation industries. One of the most fascinating—and controversial—developments is the emergence of AI-powered humanoid companions, particularly AI robot women. These intelligent machines are not just about performing tasks; they’re stepping into roles traditionally reserved for human relationships.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Fiction
The Apology I Never Gave
The Apology I Never Gave A reflection on silence, guilt, and the cost of pride There’s a moment in every person’s life that lingers like a splinter under the skin. For me, it was a Tuesday. Not a dramatic one — no thunder cracked the sky, no hearts were shattered in some grand cinematic gesture. It was an ordinary day. That’s what makes it worse.
By Kine Willimes7 months ago in Fiction
Cupcakes and Sunshine
It was one of those easy, quiet afternoons when the sun was warm but not too hot, and the sidewalk seemed to stretch out like a gentle path to nowhere in particular. I wasn’t rushing, wasn’t on any schedule. I was just enjoying the day — something that doesn’t happen often enough in our busy lives.
By ibrahim khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Last leaf of Hope
The Last Leaf of Hope By Haya Princess In a small, cozy café, Emma sat alone, nursing a cup of cold coffee. She stared out the window, watching the autumn leaves rustle in the gentle breeze. The café was a haven for her, a place to escape the chaos of her life!
By Haya princess7 months ago in Fiction
One Hundred Years of Solitude
The Buendía house stood at the edge of the village of Santa Nieve, where the jungle whispered and time curled in on itself like old parchment. It had been there for a hundred years, though no one remembered building it, and no one dared to tear it down. The walls wept in the rainy season, the windows blinked with the wind, and strange lights flickered from the attic even when the house was empty.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Fiction
