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Echoes of Mokgoro Hill
In the shadow of Mokgoro Hill, the land baked under an unrelenting sun, and the wind whispered as though it had secrets it would never tell. The village of Serowe was a place where time walked slowly, and nothing ever happened. Until something did.
By Louise Noel 5 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Held the Book of Time
In a world that often rushes forward without pausing, where moments slip through our hands like sand in an hourglass, there stood a girl on the edge of a cliff, holding a glowing book. Her wings, delicate and luminous, stretched behind her, brushing against the winds of change. Around her floated symbols of life itself — a clock, a rose, a tree by the river, and a geometric light that hinted at the future of technology. Each one was more than just an image. They were chapters of a greater story, a story the world needed to hear.
By Fazal wahid 5 months ago in Fiction
The Witches Redemption
Vivian’s heart pounded as she darted through the twisted undergrowth, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The wolf-like creature bounded beside her, sleek fur glinting in the dappled sunlight that pierced the thick canopy above. Despite its fierce appearance, its amber eyes flicked to hers with an intelligence that seemed almost human.
By Lyrria Honey5 months ago in Fiction
The Witches Redemption
Because of the betrayal of the king's royal sorceress, the king decreed that all witches must die. 19 year old Vivian was busy mixing herbs and toxins to make medicine for her neighbour down the street. It was late in the afternoon when Vivian finished making medicine for her neighbour.
By Lyrria Honey5 months ago in Fiction
The Mighty Lion and the Brave Little Mice
The Story In the heart of a vast forest where the trees touched the skies and the rivers sang as they flowed, lived a lion named Rudra. Rudra was no ordinary lion—he was the king of the forest. His mane shone like gold under the sun, his roar shook the valleys, and his strength was unmatched. Every creature in the forest respected him, not only because of his power but also because of his sense of justice.
By Hamza Muhammad5 months ago in Fiction
Her Lover in Shadows
The World Exist in This Room Mariya walked through the door and tossed her keys in the direction of the table. As the keys clattered to the floor just past their target, she dropped herself down into his favorite chair, still wearing the nursing scrubs the hospital had given her in the emergency room. Her legs slowly drew up into her chest and her body sank into the fabric as she curled the whole of it into the seat.
By Timothy A Rowland5 months ago in Fiction
Stargazing
It is the second night I spend in the wilderness; laying on my back, stars especially bright in the jet black night sky. At such a high elevation in the mountains, there were no trees to block my view of constellations and the occasional comet. The remoteness promised no other hikers to ruin my serenity. My sister had planned a birthday trip to the Rockies in which we were going to hike the sky pond trail and continue on to Lake Haiyaha and the Emerald Lake loop; usually a day trip, we decided to pack a tent to watch the sunrise over Haiyaha. She was gone now though, so I lay staring at the stars alone, with a dry throat, cracked lips, and numb limbs. She felt no pain, but I wasn’t granted the same gift. My breath is short, as if my lungs were compressed, like a balloon that refuses to fill with air. My stomach, an endless chasm, a black hole gnawing at my insides. My head an ice pick, sending pain radiating throughout my skull and blurring my vision. I plead bleakly with the universe to let me join my sister, but to no avail.
By Alicia Moreno5 months ago in Fiction
Here Without You. Top Story - September 2025.
Standing at the edge of the ravine, looking out among the changing colors of the rocks that line the chasm in beautiful swirls. Some of them shimmer in the light of the setting sun behind you, remembering the glow of her eyes the last time you were here. The image is so clear, with the sunset dancing along the golden locks of her hair. You are looking up at her from being down on one knee. A ring is wedged tightly between your fingers as well as the question is between your lips. The weight of the world rests on your shoulders while you wait for what feels like an eternity for her to say, “Yes!”
By Gunnar Anderson5 months ago in Fiction
