Fantasy
Imagery
June sat on a bench stationed against a big nim tree in the green grass field beside her house near the small garden admiring the scenery. Accompanied by the sound of cars passing by and people walking home dressed in their finest attires returning from church while exchanging greeting with her neighbors and people they meet along the way including Mrs. Salomé a small shop owner opposite her house. She was also dress in a nice attire and had just arrived from church. Mrs. Salomé spotted her and greeted; shouting from across the street, Juliana how are you?
By IMPERAI. A3 months ago in Fiction
The Train I Almost Missed. AI-Generated.
The 7:45 train was late again — just like it always was on Mondays. The platform was crowded with tired faces and the smell of burnt coffee. Everyone looked impatient, as if being late was the greatest tragedy of their day.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Soldier. AI-Generated.
The train screeched to a halt, its brakes screaming like wounded metal. Among the passengers stepping out was a man in a faded military jacket, the insignia half-torn, the name patch unreadable. His eyes carried the weight of years he could no longer measure Captain Aaron Hale had returned home. Or at least, he thought he had.
By Farooq Hashmi3 months ago in Fiction
Dangerous Liaisons.
Moira : I have always felt a presence which seemed like another part of myself...people thought me strange, so I never spoke of it. Lately though, I have felt the other's stronger pull on my soul...he keeps calling to me. I sleep and dream of Him.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Draft. AI-Generated.
Ethan Ward was a literature professor at Hillcrest University — a quiet man who loved solitude more than social events. His students called him “The Ghost Teacher” because of how silently he moved through the halls. He wasn’t rude — just lost in thought, like someone living between two worlds.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
