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Nuwa Patching the Sky. AI-Generated.
In ancient times, a thunderous rumble suddenly shook the heavens and the earth. For some unknown reason, the four towering pillars that held up the sky began to crack with loud “kacha kacha” sounds, as if they could no longer bear the weight of the ages. With a deafening crash, they collapsed. In an instant, half of the sky caved in like shattered glass. A huge black hole gaped in the azure sky, resembling a ferocious beast opening its enormous maw, revealing its dark, bottomless interior and exuding a terrifying aura.
By empire datang8 months ago in Fiction
The Royal Traveling Holiday
Traveling in class one, the Princess pondered what Queen Anne had at stake, wanting winning results down at the Docklands, a harbor village with seaside theme shopping. Taking a second, she dialed her good friend, Rosallion a busy talent making a long shot move attending a show in Cairo.
By Marc OBrien8 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Chinese Zodiac. AI-Generated.
When chaos first separated and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches were fixed, the Jade Emperor ordered a summons for all animals in the world. He intended to select twelve zodiac signs according to the twelve Earthly Branches: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai.
By empire datang8 months ago in Fiction
Martyr! by Kaveh Akbar: A Sacred, Surreal Quest for Belonging
What does it mean to live a life worth dying for? This haunting question echoes through every page of Kaveh Akbar’s debut novel, Martyr!—a work that defies easy categorization. At once a lyrical meditation on identity and a surreal odyssey through grief, addiction, and faith, Martyr! is a novel that dares to stare into the divine. It’s bold, wildly original, and brimming with emotional intelligence.
By Hamad Haider8 months ago in Fiction
When the Rain Forgets to Fall
The monsoons had always been on time in the small town of Sitapur. Year after year, without fail, dark clouds would gather like old friends at a reunion, thunder would roll like distant drums of a marching band, and the scent of wet earth would rise as if nature were breathing in relief. But that year, the rain forgot to come.
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Fiction
The Village That Answered No One
THE VILLAGE THAT ANSWERED NO ONE Written by Haroon Bahramzai Somewhere in the fog-soaked valleys of northern Europe, tucked between two forested hills where GPS signals fade and birds fly cautiously, there once stood a village called Eld hollow.
By Haroon Bahramzai8 months ago in Fiction








