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The Cinder’s Weight
The hearth has stopped its singing.white-ribbed and glowing with a soft, pulsing ache. I am watching the last flame— a tiny, blue-tongued ghost licking the underside of a charred knot. It is fragile, a translucent ribbon fraying against the weight of the coming dark. There is a specific silence that lives here For hours, it was a roar of gold and defiance, consuming the dry cedar of our history, the splinters of every word we ever threw into the heat to keep the room alive. But the wood is spent now. The logs have collapsed into a skeletal geography,
By Awa Nyassi26 days ago in Fiction
The Piano With Three Missing Keys 🎹
The piano stood against the far wall of the living room, its dark wood dulled by time and sunlight. Three keys were missing from the middle — not broken, not stuck, simply gone. In their place were narrow gaps, like teeth lost to years of careful use.
By Zidane26 days ago in Fiction
THE ARCHITECTURE OF DARK: RITUAL WINTER
The world doe not die in winter, simply holds its breath. Where I live, the transition isn't a gradual slide, but a sharp snap. One morning, you wake up and the air has changed. It no longer smells of damp earth and rotting leaves; it smells of nothing at all. It is a clean, sterile cold that reaches into your lungs and reminds you that you are made of water and warmth—two things the frost wants to take back.
By Awa Nyassi27 days ago in Fiction
The last message . AI-Generated.
I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone. At first, I thought it was just another notification from a friend or one of those annoying app alerts. But when I unlocked it, my heart skipped a beat.
By Evxian Zx28 days ago in Fiction
whispers of the turning seasons (part 29). AI-Generated.
The moment Dr. Rowan Hale stepped back into the abandoned hall, the doors slammed shut behind him as if pulled by an unseen force. The sound echoed through the storm like a warning bell—deep, final, resonating through Evelyn’s bones.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction
The Taj Mahal
The Taj Mahal I did not expect it to feel so quiet. Not silent, just calm in a way that made my chest slow down without asking. The Taj Mahal stood there as if it had been waiting, not for crowds or cameras, but for someone willing to look beyond the shine. White marble catching the light, not showing off, simply being present. I realised then this place was not built to impress the world. It was built to hold a feeling that refused to disappear.
By Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 31) the end. AI-Generated.
The chamber roared like a living creature as the vortex of ancient light spun around Evelyn, its spiraling glow painting the cavern walls with shifting constellations. The air grew warmer—then colder—then impossibly still. Liam tried again to stand, but the force of the energy held him pinned against the stone wall, helpless.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 30). AI-Generated.
The chamber beneath the river pulsed with a slow, rhythmic glow—almost like a heartbeat. Evelyn felt it beneath her boots, through the icy stone floor, through the air itself. The symbols carved on the walls shifted, never staying still long enough for her to fully grasp their meaning. They moved like constellations rearranging themselves.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 28). AI-Generated.
The convoy of black SUVs cut through the snowstorm like shadows pushing against a raging sea. The wipers struggled to clear the thick layers of ice building on the windshield, and every gust of wind felt like the world was trying to push them back—warning them, begging them, to turn away.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 27). AI-Generated.
Snow hammered the windows of the safehouse like a relentless swarm of white arrows. The storm had arrived in full force—violent, consuming, roaring through the night as if nature itself was preparing for something unimaginable. But inside, Evelyn felt an even fiercer storm brewing underneath her skin.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 26). AI-Generated.
Whispers of the Shifting Seasons** Episode 26: The Storm Before the Truth By the time Evelyn and Liam reached the fortified safehouse on the outskirts of the city, the sky had already begun to darken. Heavy winter clouds churned above them, swollen with the weight of an incoming snowstorm. The wind carried a warning—sharp, cold, and trembling with an energy Evelyn couldn’t quite name. It felt like the world was holding its breath.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 25). AI-Generated.
The lantern swung gently from the branch, its warm glow painting the snow beneath it in trembling circles of gold. Evelyn’s breath puffed in short, uneven clouds as she stared at it— the same lantern that once hung beside the nursery door, lighting her childhood nights with a soft amber glow.
By Ahmed aldeabella28 days ago in Fiction