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The Lantern of Quiet Choices. AI-Generated.
In the bustling town of Auravale, where neon lights gleamed against glass towers and drones painted the sky with streaks of silver, lived a 14-year-old boy named Rian Solis. Auravale was a place that believed louder was better—louder advertisements, louder opinions, louder celebrations. Yet, amid the constant clamor, Rian preferred quiet places, quiet thoughts, and quiet choices.
By shakir hamidabout a month ago in Fiction
My other worldly Christmas friend
My other worldly Christmas friend I named him ‘Chica’. Chica visited me in my dreams when I was a child, usually around Christmas time for some reason. Back in those days when my parents were on and off, he offered a listening ear, comfort and most of all friendship - he was a proper friend by earthly standards and I was grateful for his presence.
By Paula S.about a month ago in Fiction
THE ART OF BEING SEEN
Aisha Rahim always believed that blending in was the safest way to survive senior year. Walk quickly. Nod politely. Keep your grades high and your expectations low. At Crownbridge High, where reputations formed faster than rumors and spread twice as far, being invisible felt like a shield.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
Remembering Sophie Kinsella
The world of romantic comedy literature recently lost one of its brightest stars with the passing of Sophie Kinsella. The author, whose real name was Madeleine Sophie Wickham, died at the age of 55 after a courageous battle with glioblastoma, an aggressive form of brain cancer. Her death, announced by her family, has prompted an outpouring of grief from fans and fellow writers worldwide.
By AxisVibesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Threshold of Then
Elara found the door on a day when her present felt particularly thin. The maple tree at the edge of her property was ancient, its bark a geography of ridges and valleys. Today, in the low, slanting light of October, she saw the lines she’d always taken for natural cracks had formed a perfect rectangle. And within that rectangle, someone had long ago painted a simple, weathered green door, complete with a tiny brass knob that was just flecks of ochre paint.
By Habibullahabout a month ago in Fiction
Beneath the Willow Sky
The summer I turned sixteen was the year everything changed—though change rarely announces itself with fanfare. Mine arrived quietly, as the warm breeze that brushed through the willow leaves behind our old neighborhood library. That willow tree was where I spent nearly every afternoon: reading, pretending to study, avoiding my mother’s sharp questions about my future, and thinking about everything and nothing at once.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
Letters in the Wind. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sophia loved writing letters, even though no one ever seemed to read them. One chilly autumn day, she tossed a folded note into the wind, letting it drift down the cobblestone streets of her town. She never expected anyone to find it.
By Gabriel Waltoneabout a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Three Wise Men
Christmas Eve in North America On Christmas Eve, three wise friends, Karl, William, and James, gather on a Microsoft Teams video call, speaking about their best friend, Jack, a sociologist of religion. Tragedy has struck: Jack was hit by a speeding car while grabbing lunch, losing critical amounts of blood. His family has donated, but he still needs more. Without it, he won’t survive.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
Ashes of Two Roses
The first time Leila Vardani saw Arman Soltoyev, the sun had just dipped below the mountains, turning the sky into a slow-bleeding crimson—an omen, her grandmother would have said. But Leila didn’t believe in omens. She believed in instinct. And every instinct she had whispered one thing the moment his eyes locked with hers:
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
A Young Boy Selling Umbrellas in a Rainy Village. AI-Generated.
Rain had a way of transforming the small mountain village. The dusty paths turned dark and glossy, the smell of wet earth rose into the air, and the sound of raindrops on tin roofs became a soft rhythm that echoed through every narrow lane. For most villagers, the rainy season meant staying indoors, waiting for the clouds to tire themselves out. But for twelve-year-old Rafi, it was the most important time of the year.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ The White House Christmas Thief
‘Tis the season of giving, and within the grand halls of the White House, the spirit of Christmas comes alive. Lavish decorations adorn the public rooms, showcasing mesmerizing Christmas themes. Unfortunately, the less fortunate souls shall never witness the splendor nor partake in the extravagant feasts that grace this festive occasion. However, there exists a White House Christmas Thief who harbors deep compassion for the destitute, and this tale unveils her most generous heist yet!
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
Where Stardust Becomes Love
Some children inherit lullabies, some inherit bedtime stories—but I inherited silence. A silence filled with questions no one could answer. A silence shaped like a mother I never met.
By Mohammad umarabout a month ago in Fiction