Psychological
Whispers in the Dark
The night was heavy with the silence of forgotten dreams. In the small, sleepy town of Ashbrook, the streets were empty, save for the occasional rustling of leaves that danced along the pavement. The full moon cast its pale glow over the town, bathing the streets in a soft, silvery light. But within the walls of the old St. Mary’s mansion, something far darker stirred.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights The desert wind carried whispers of a tale long forgotten, a story of love, resilience, and the art of survival. Beneath the moonlit sky, the golden domes of the Sultan’s palace gleamed, standing as a silent witness to the fate of countless women before her. Yet, Scheherazade was not like the others. She was different, and she knew it.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
"Fashion: The Art of Self-Expression and Style"
Fashion :- A Reflection of Personality :- Fashion is not just about clothing styles; it is a reflection of personality, culture, and time. Over the ages, fashion has evolved, adapting to people's tastes and social conditions. In today's world, fashion is not just a symbol of beauty but also a means of self-expression.
By Life a Journey of Infinite Possibilities11 months ago in Fiction
The Wolf Witch - 4. Becky Simpson
Becky couldn't stop thinking about Oliver. Finding her at the club was one thing, but rescuing her had embarrassed her, so she'd snuck out and taken a cab home. Now, in bed, her eyes closed, Oliver's face shot into view - good-looking, mysterious, and charming. His wavy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes had dominated her thoughts all night. She felt helpless and giddy like she might be sick.
By Denise Larkin11 months ago in Fiction
Kute and Krazy
Kleptomaniacs anonymous was such an irritating meeting to attend that Amilee who everyone called the "Krazy Klepto" was annoyed by. She stole big items that everyone expressed was crazy to steal because of the high ratio of getting caught. For her it was like a challenge though, every time she stole a big item and got away with it, she felt on top of the world. She felt superior to most everyone in the room who had different smaller versions like Klothes Klepto and Kups Klepto. The girl in the room she though was especially laughable was Reesie the Kute Klepto.
By Seashell Harpspring 11 months ago in Fiction
Eternal Journey
The rain drummed gently against the windowpane as Alex sat at the old oak desk, a half-written letter before him. The dim glow of the study lamp cast soft shadows on the pages, its flickering light reflecting the uncertainty in his heart.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy11 months ago in Fiction
