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Ripples of Injustice. Content Warning.
In the quaint town of Elmridge, where the sun cast long shadows on the cobbled streets, a darkness lurked beneath the surface—a problem hidden behind the facade of normality. The Thornfield family, a wealthy and influential clan, held the town in an iron grip, making life unbearable for its residents.
By HorizonEdge News Central2 years ago in Fiction
Love's Departure and Discovery
Amidst the tranquil seclusion of my modest abode, I found myself immersed in a realm of recollections and sentiments. The walls resonated with the mirth that once permeated the space, yet now, only an eerie quietude lingered. It was within these confines, amidst the remnants of a love relinquished, that I embarked on a voyage of recuperation and self-revelation.
By Promise Olushola2 years ago in Fiction
From Adversity to Triumph
In the heart of a bustling metropolis where aspirations bloomed like verdant meadows in springtime, resided a youthful maiden known as Maya. Maya's existence, however, diverged starkly from the picturesque scenes embellishing postcards and glossy magazines. She hailed from a humble milieu, where each day unfolded as a battle against the torrents of misfortune.
By Promise Olushola2 years ago in Fiction
Insights Gained
In the midst of a bustling metropolis, amidst the clamor of daily existence, resided a youthful woman known as Sarah. She possessed a spirited essence, brimming with aspirations and dreams, yet akin to many, she found herself consistently traversing the labyrinth of life's tribulations. Sarah had always perceived life akin to a tempestuous sea, teeming with crests and troughs, tempests and serenity, yet it wasn't until she embarked upon a voyage of self-revelation that she truly comprehended the profundity of this analogy.
By Promise Olushola2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Soul
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers stretched towards the heavens and the streets thrummed with the rhythm of life, there lived a young woman named Maya. At first glance, Maya seemed like any other person navigating the urban landscape, with her bright smile and cheerful demeanor. But behind that façade lay a shadow, a darkness that seemed to swallow her whole.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
In a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering woods, there stood a cozy old bookstore named "Aurelia's Pages." Its weathered façade told tales of countless stories, its wooden shelves harbored memories of bygone eras, and its scent was a blend of yellowing pages and nostalgia.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
They Come from Below. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
“Shhh, you can’t say anything, or the monsters will get you,” his sister Emily whispered in the pitch-black room. Joseph nodded, scared if he moved his head too much, it would hear his hair rustling, but he would be quiet. He always was.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Man
Sicily | 1943 Struggling to get the eggs over easy, she found a spatula and began scrambling. Skillfully using one hand, she cracked two more eggs with just her fingers, and added them to the hot skillet. Once the eggs reached her desired fluffiness, she tossed in a few slices of Pecorino cheese she cut from a cheese wheel left out on the counter top. Watching it melt, she used her spatula to mix the gooey magic together until the blend met her standards.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Hedera Helix
Sicily | 1943 Dry, cracked fingers wrapped around her throat. She was pushed up against the glass of the double-doors, which nearly broke open from the force. His speed was unlike anything Corrado had ever seen, which is why he reacted later than he should have.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Conversations
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there existed an old, weathered cafe named "Echoes." Its name derived from the peculiar quality of the place - conversations seemed to linger in the air long after they had ceased. It was said that if one listened closely, they could hear the echoes of past dialogues, whispers of love, arguments, and laughter.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
