Psychological
Lucinda's Diner. Content Warning.
Some things never change, becoming tourniquets of circumstance as they save and strangle. Like a Rockwell painting, freezing a single moment. The thousands of brushstrokes needed are ignored, as are the paint and canvas. All that matters is that frozen instant preserved under glass; a memory living in real time.
By K. G. Starke 9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Between Pages
In the quiet town of Everbrook, tucked between cobblestone streets and ivy-clad buildings, stood a forgotten little library — Wren’s Library. It smelled of old paper, coffee stains, and memories. Few visited now. The world outside had gotten faster, louder. But inside, the books still breathed, and the past whispered through the cracks in the wooden shelves.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
