Historical

He Died in 1998—But He Just Liked My Post
He Died in 1998—But He Just Liked My Post Sometimes, the dead find new ways to say goodbye. It was a little after midnight when my phone buzzed.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Fiction
The Shadows Beneath Torrento
The night had fallen silent over Torrento. The harbor lights reflected on the water like broken stars, and in the distance, the old observatory stood dark — untouched since Elian Voss vanished months ago. The authorities had sealed it, but tonight, someone had broken the lock.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Gallery’s Secret Part II. AI-Generated.
The gallery was quiet after closing hours. The security lights cast long silver lines across the marble floor, and the faint hum of the air conditioner echoed like breathing.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Gallery’s Secret. AI-Generated.
The mansion stood at the edge of the world—or at least that’s what Elias liked to say. Once a grand estate, now only the wind knew its name. The roof had caved in like a sigh, vines grew through the cracked marble floors, and every step echoed as if the house itself were breathing.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
Camera Obscura
I stomped into the room, and dramatically swept all the documents and papers I’d so carefully gathered onto the floor. Instead of reacting with shock or fear, Lady Suzanne laughed with delight.
By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Secret
The lighthouse stood at the edge of the jagged cliff, battered by relentless waves and crowned with a steady beam that cut through the darkness. To anyone passing by, it was a lonely sentinel, but to Thomas, it was home—a home of solitude, salt, and the rhythm of the sea.
By Zahoor khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part IV — The City Beneath the Reflection
The sea outside Torrento was no longer behaving like a sea. At dusk, when the tide receded, the coastline revealed something impossible—fragments of cobblestone streets, faint outlines of doors, and lampposts standing upright beneath the waves.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part III — The Shoreline That Wasn’t There
The waves around Torrento had grown quieter—too quiet for a city built beside the sea. Fishermen whispered that their nets came up tangled with threads of paper instead of fish, and that sometimes, in the reflection of the water, they could see streets beneath the tide.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Drowned Coordinates
It was 2 a.m. at Torrento Airport. The terminal was empty except for the faint hum of cleaning drones. A night guard named Marco was making his usual rounds.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer’s Oath
When the old world was still folded between paper and belief, maps were considered sacred. Every line drawn was a promise—a shape of truth sworn to exist somewhere beyond the horizon. But in the winter of 1899, a single map was quietly removed from every archive of the Royal Geographic Society. Its name: The Atlas of Tartaria.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Fiction
The Canada Debacle
"Donnie, everyone's indulging your childish rants. Do they suspect that we're from the same planet". Muskie. Between sips of the $500,000 Screaming Eagle, Cabernet Sauvignon that Donnie bought in 2000.
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Fiction