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💔 Echoes Beneath the Ice💔
🌌 The Night the Ocean Held Its Breath The stars hung too still that night, as if the sky itself was waiting to drown. Eliza Thornton stood at the railing of the Titanic, breath misting in the cold, her gloves clutching the iron like they could hold her together. Below, the Atlantic looked like black glass—unbroken, unreadable. Behind her, faint music drifted, but none of it reached her heart. Her heart was with him.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Fiction
I Married a Ghost. Last Night, He Served Me Divorce Papers. AI-Generated.
The divorce papers appeared at 3:07 AM. One moment: empty pillow. Next moment: parchment thick as graveyard soil, smelling of bergamot and decay. Ink the color of dried blood spelled out *Silas Alistair Thorne v. Elara June Finch*. A wax seal pulsed with cold blue light.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Bargain: When My Brother's Voice Cracked a Decade of Silence. AI-Generated.
3:17 AM The phone’s vibration drilled into the silence like a bone saw. I fumbled blindly, squinting at the screen. The name flashing there—*Jake*—felt like a ghost punching me in the throat. Ten years. Three thousand six hundred fifty days of radio silence. And now this. 3 AM. The hour of emergencies and drunks.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
This is Life 🪞
To bring light back to life is a metaphorical concept that speaks of rejuvenation and revitalization of one's spirit, with passion, and a sense of purpose. In life, there are times when one might feel lost, overwhelmed, or detached from their passions. The journey to reignite that inner light often involves introspection, seeking inspiration from new experiences, or reconnecting with what genuinely brings joy and fulfillment. This process can be likened to rekindling a flame that once burned brightly. It may involve setting new goals, embracing creative pursuits, or surrounding oneself with supportive and positive influences. Ultimately, bringing light back to life is about rediscovering a sense of hope and direction, empowering oneself to move forward with renewed energy and enthusiasm. Chill out ! Now that’s comfortable … very doable over and again ! Hence no prowling cries if one chooses otherwise ! And until that ultimate arrival ( awakening,) transgresses time …everything ..yes everything…may SEEM like this :
By Madhu Goteti 6 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 Blackwood6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Broadcast. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
The studio smelled the same. Dust and coffee grounds. Hot plastic and cracked leather. The stale breath of stories long exhaled into a microphone. When Adrian slipped the key into the lock, a key no one had asked him to return, he felt the years roll back. For a moment, he was twenty-six again, jacked on nerves and caffeine, queueing up a bootleg of Gil Scott-Heron with trembling fingers.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
Joyful Splashes: A Child’s Delight in the Pool. AI-Generated.
The sun was high in the sky, shining brightly over the small village. It was summer vacation, and the air was hot and dry. Birds chirped lazily on the trees, and even the leaves seemed tired in the heat. But inside the little garden behind the Malik family’s house, laughter filled the air.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message From Earth: A Time Capsule in the Stars
The Last Message From Earth The stars no longer blinked. From the observation dome of the Hera II, Captain Nara Myles stared into the dark ocean of space, where Earth once shimmered like a blue jewel. That jewel was now dust—swallowed by its own ignorance and fury.
By Waqar Khan6 months ago in Fiction
