Fantasy
Sunset Grace: A Parisian Balcony Encounter
It was the soft, golden hour in Paris, that fleeting, sacred interlude the French call l'heure dorée. The day, with its clamor and commerce, was exhaling a final, contented sigh, and the city, in turn, breathed back a soft, ethereal light. The wind, a gentle accomplice in this twilight conspiracy, drifted from the Seine, carrying with it the faint, complex perfume of river water, rain-washed stone, and the distant promise of evening blossoms. It brushed against my face, a cool, silken touch, as I leaned back on the modest wrought-iron terrace of my rented apartment in the 7th arrondissement.
By Stefano D'angello4 months ago in Fiction
Etha and May . AI-Generated.
Etha and May are as different as night and day. To speak technically, we can say that one of them wore red and the other soft yellow colors. Both are obstinate, stubborn, motherly Black women. Etha is in control of the upstairs of the charming three story house in the Brookdale section of East 55th street of Brooklyn, NY. May rented the flat halfway between the ground and the middle of the house.
By Dipnarayan bhagat 4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voice Message from Her
I hadn’t touched her phone in months. It sat there on the nightstand, battery dead, like something sacred and forbidden. Sometimes I looked at it the way one looks at an artifact — a time capsule holding everything I couldn’t bear to face.
By Nyku Blondu4 months ago in Fiction
Dancing With The Dead
Ta-tum, ta-tum, rat-a-tat-tat, ta-tum; I will never forget the sound, that particular sound on a certain October morning. It was one week following the Autumn Equinox. Just another neighborhood drumming moment- normal in my community, but on this day, the beat to dancing feet synchronized something most surreal, forever altering my vision of the deceased.
By Marilyn Glover4 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Only Opened at Midnight
**The Strange Rumor** In the small, sleepy town of Ravensbrook, everyone went to bed early — except for **Elara**, a 19-year-old girl who loved stories more than sleep. She had read every book in the town library, but still, something inside her always whispered, *“There’s more.”*
By Kashif Wazir4 months ago in Fiction
🌸 Fairy Girl, the Fairy of Fearless Light 🌸
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees hummed gentle lullabies and the flowers glowed softly under the moonlight, lived a tiny fairy with shimmering wings. Her name was Fairy Girl, and unlike the other fairies who fluttered quietly between petals and stayed hidden beneath the safe canopy, Fairy Girl sparkled with something different — a fearless light that shone from deep within.
By fairy girl4 months ago in Fiction
Korean Drama Fan?
It was 2022, a year that found me unexpectedly unemployed, with time stretching out before me and the creeping stress of uncertainty starting to set in. I was desperate for something to keep my mind engaged, motivated, and, most importantly, stress-free. That's when a dear friend recommended I dive into the vibrant world of Korean dramas. Little did I know, I was about to fall head over heels into a new obsession!
By Nabi-Bella4 months ago in Fiction
