Psychological
Long dark night
If I’d been a character in a detective story, they’d call this the long dark night of the soul. Drawing deep from the amber leaf, I knew why. I took in another lungful, tasting like a motorman's glove. I laughed at myself, thinking up a Chandler-Marlowe quote at a time like this.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Threads of Hope
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers pierced the sky and the streets pulsed with life, there existed a neighborhood forgotten by the gleaming lights of prosperity. Here, in the shadows of towering buildings, poverty painted the landscape with its somber hues.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Defeat
In the heart of the ancient forest, where shadows danced with whispers and secrets lay buried beneath the thick foliage, there stood a lone figure. His name was Alden, once a proud knight of the realm, now a mere echo of his former glory. The weight of defeat hung heavy upon his shoulders, a burden he could not shake.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Farewell
In the quaint town of Evergreen Valley, nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, lived two kindred souls, Elara and Finn. Their bond was as old as the town itself, forged in the innocence of childhood and strengthened through shared laughter and dreams.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Eighth Wonder
Notes: The Story belongs to the same universe as the following: Long Stories: Dragonfly: The Devil’s Deception Ladybug: A Mother’s Redemption Scorpio: A Quest Against Deception Triplicate: A Devil in Disguise (Part 1) Triplicate: A Devil in Disguise (Part 2) Hummingbird: Illusion of Shadows The White Sparrow: A Pursuit for Justice The Supreme GroundBreakers - A Battle Against the Invisible Enemy (Part 1) The Supreme GroundBreakers - A Battle Against the Invisible Enemy (Part 2)
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Fiction
InVideo: Pioneering Visual Storytelling
In the fast-paced world of digital content creation, where every pixel holds the potential to captivate audiences and drive engagement, one platform stands out as a beacon of innovation: InVideo. From its humble beginnings to its current status as a trailblazer in visual storytelling, the evolution of InVideo is a testament to the power of creativity, technology, and adaptability. In this comprehensive exploration, we delve deep into the origins, growth, and impact of InVideo, uncovering the secrets behind its success and peering into its promising future.
By AI The ruller of World2 years ago in Fiction
At the Gate...
If he had been able to cry without the wind creating these tears, it would be a pure moment of joy. The patch of gravel he stood on was quite wide and slippery, but he felt no fear. It was the other bodies around him that impressed him now, as did that view, and he could not move. It had taken him a long while to walk and beat the sun that touched the edge of the sky and blew away the darkness and strong shroud of clouds. There was the valley that he could see clearly now, and soon as he would make his way down the mountain. There was the path that was still visible in the dim light and dying mist that headed down the slope. With his fatigue, he thought that the chances of him making it up on time would not be a success, but here he was, tearing up at the joy in his eyes. The others were also trying to shed tears not whipped up by the wind and failing at the effort. But their emotions were raw and pure as they saw what the sun could do, what the clouds were hiding, and what their efforts at climbing and tracing their path led to; here, the highest point in the country.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Emotional Damage . Top Story - February 2024.
Sicily | 1943 Peering out of a pair of double glass doors, Rosalie took in the marvelous view of Canicatti’s rolling, emerald knolls, and the town’s vast array of sandstone, clay, marble, and brick structures ranging as far back as the fourteen-hundreds. Corrado paced back and forth, unimpressed with the view, and more concerned with their wrongful imprisonment.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
My Future Past
Wow, that was one hell of a New Year’s Eve party. At least, the parts I remember were. I don’t understand what made the room spin so erratically while the antique grandfather clock was ringing in its welcome to 2024. At least I think we were celebrating 2024. I seem to remember an old-fashioned TV broadcasting Dick Clark’s Rocking New Year’s Eve, and the banners read 1980. The other odd thing is everyone vanished from the party just as the final chime struck. Now that I think about it, I have no idea where that old clock came from, because I’ve never owned one. It just showed up, chimed twelve times, and poof, it’s gone again. Maybe what I need is a couple of aspirin and a cup of coffee.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Unarmed
He was only five, so she was helping him with his bath routine, like she did every night, even before he had left them. So recently had she been estranged from her husband that she was still growing the strange, new sensibilities that sudden single mothers often do.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Work to do
Trapped by her steely stare, which seemed to last an age, I felt the need to run and hide. Instead, I reached for the soft pack and tapped out an untipped. Pressing the fibrous roll between my lips I realised, too late, how stagey this must have looked.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
