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The Scarecrow's Secret
Old Man Hemlock built the scarecrow at the edge of his failing wheat field with grim practicality. He dressed it in his own worn-out coat and a weathered hat, hoping its silent vigil would finally drive off the plague of crows. He called it "Straw Man" and thought no more about it.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm of Lost Things
The 'Lost and Found' corkboard at the Corner Market cafe was, to Leo, a perfect example of existential clutter. It was a chaotic, faded mosaic of laminated gym cards, singular gloves, and yellowing flyers for pets that had probably found new homes years ago. Leo came to the Corner Market every Tuesday at 7:15 AM for the same reason—reliable Wi-Fi and the precise density of their whole-wheat bagel. He wanted order, and the bulletin board was an affront to his system.
By Murad Ali Shah2 months ago in Fiction
Love in the Arms of the Ocean. AI-Generated.
The sea stretched endlessly beneath the Titanic, calm yet hiding secrets in its dark depths. On the fourth night of the voyage, a soft orange glow from the setting sun painted the ocean like melted gold. Among the countless passengers wandering the great ship, two souls were about to cross paths in a way that neither time nor tragedy could erase.
By Bilal Mohammadi2 months ago in Fiction
Unbreakable Friendship in the Heart of the Jungle. AI-Generated.
In the eastern part of a wide tropical forest, where tall grasses met thick clusters of trees, a small research camp had been built by wildlife observers. The camp was simple—three tents, a supply shed, and an open area where the workers discussed their daily notes. Among the staff was a young boy named Arin, who had joined the team with his older sister, Lira, a field biologist. Arin was not an official member of the group, but he helped with small tasks such as sorting equipment or carrying messages between workers.
By Bilal Mohammadi2 months ago in Fiction
DAY ELEVEN: Eleven Pipers Piping
It began at dawn, which was unfair. Nothing good had ever arrived at dawn. Stephen was dreaming of silence—clean, merciful silence—when the first blast of bagpipes tore through the bungalow like an alarm clock that had taken a personal interest in his suffering. His heart jolted; he sat upright, certain the world had ended.
By Stephen Stanley2 months ago in Fiction
Linda’s Last Sunset
After forty years of shared love, Linda watches the man of her life fade toward his final horizon. On a quiet beach at sunset, she relives the fire of their first meeting, the tenderness of their years together, and the fragile beauty of a last goodbye.
By Ebrahim Parsa2 months ago in Fiction
Silent Goodbye:. AI-Generated.
There are moments in existence whilst the absence of phrases will become heavier than any spoken truth. A good-bye left unsaid, a farewell swallowed by way of situation, can echo louder than the maximum dramatic departure. that is the tale of a silent goodbye—one that lingers in the coronary heart lengthy after the moment has handed.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
✨ The Boy Who Remembered a Life He Never Lived
At first, it felt like any ordinary dream — blurry, soft, melting away the moment I opened my eyes. But something was different. Something stayed with me. The color of the sky. The smell of roses. The faint sound of a girl laughing.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
