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THE ECHOES OF SILENCE
**The Echoes of Silence** The rain fell in relentless sheets, drumming against the windows of the small apartment. Inside, the only light came from a dim lamp in the corner, casting long shadows that danced eerily across the walls. Sophie sat curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the wall, her thoughts spiraling into a void of despair.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Fiction
THE LAST LETTER
**The Last Letter** It was a chilly November evening in London, the kind where the wind seemed to cut through you, but the warm glow of the streetlights offered a small comfort against the darkness. Emily walked briskly down the cobbled street, clutching her coat tighter around her. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread. In her purse was a letter, a letter she’d written and rewritten a thousand times but never had the courage to send—until tonight.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Fiction
The Navigator's Blessing
Fog drifted ominously along the tide, churning only slightly at each passing wave. A silver light cast strange shadows beneath the looming cliffs as the moon revealed itself between the wisping clouds. Both mist and shadow avoided the rocky coast, pushed aside by the violent crashing of the relentless waves.
By J.C. Winterabout a year ago in Fiction
'THE BATMAN: PART TWO' — Brie Larson set to play Barbara Gordon
EXCLUSIVE: As of Aug 20, we here at FilmNewsNow have recieved reports that DC Studios has recently been in talks with actor Brie Larson to star as Barbara Gordon in the upcoming film, "The Batman: Part 2". A representative has yet to comment.
By FilmNewsNowabout a year ago in Fiction
Ravishment On the Hilltop. Content Warning.
The feel and heat of Arthur’s hungry mouth remained on her night after night following the ball. Alexi detected his grassy scent with each inhale, and the warmth of his touch had left a permanent imprint on her skin. She cursed her brain, which would do nothing except think about him.
By Mihwa Leeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cost of Perfection
Stacy Mendez, born to renowned scientists who engineered her to be the pinnacle of human potential, was raised in a sterile, loveless environment. One evening at dinner, she made a bold announcement.
By Karina Thyraabout a year ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Time . AI-Generated.
In a quaint village shrouded in eternal twilight, there lived a man named Victor Malgrave. His life, like the flickering light of a lantern, cast long shadows upon his heart, shadows filled with longing for a love he believed was lost to the winds of time.
By harishabout a year ago in Fiction
Turtle Melons. Content Warning.
Name: Turtle Melons! Qualities: Slightly Aggressive but overall compassionate Danger Levels: On a scale of 1 - 10, they range at a 3
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cost of Duty
It was a cloudy day. Young Kenrick Kemp clung to his father’s leg. "Daddy, where are you going?" he asked. "To work. I’m going to help your grandfather," Reginald Kemp replied, ruffling Kenrick’s hair before setting him down on a chair. Kenrick stood up, meeting his father eye to eye. At just eight, he sensed the danger. He had a knack for eavesdropping.
By Karina Thyraabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage of the Sea Star
Captain Clara Everhart stood at the helm of the Sea Star, a once-glorious sailing vessel that had weathered countless storms and seen many adventures on the high seas. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the calm waters. The ship creaked softly as it cut through the waves, heading into the unknown.
By Md Azizulabout a year ago in Fiction
Eulogy To The Realm
When we found you dead, we thought that was the end of the whole lot. We thought the world would be empty. Hopeless; every dream dead, too. What we couldn't know at that moment was that you weren't the world. At least, not everyone's. And you wouldn't render dreams truth. The best you would ever do was reflect our dreams back to us as terror. You weren't always there before; apparently, you weren't meant to be there after.
By kpabout a year ago in Fiction
Golden Summer
The marigold had the finest dance in the garden. No withering sport was she. In fact she had plenty for her amusement. Her growth upward was when her head was met one day by a butterfly, a flowering thing herself. There was a cheerful holler followed by the light thumping of feet on the lawn as they tried to catch it. The marigold yawned.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Fiction