Psychological
Imagery
June sat on a bench stationed against a big nim tree in the green grass field beside her house near the small garden admiring the scenery. Accompanied by the sound of cars passing by and people walking home dressed in their finest attires returning from church while exchanging greeting with her neighbors and people they meet along the way including Mrs. Salomé a small shop owner opposite her house. She was also dress in a nice attire and had just arrived from church. Mrs. Salomé spotted her and greeted; shouting from across the street, Juliana how are you?
By IMPERAI. A4 months ago in Fiction
The Train I Almost Missed. AI-Generated.
The 7:45 train was late again — just like it always was on Mondays. The platform was crowded with tired faces and the smell of burnt coffee. Everyone looked impatient, as if being late was the greatest tragedy of their day.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
Imprisoned. Top Story - October 2025.
The sea, the sky, the stars, the sun; all look within reach, within the realms of possibilities. Like I can reach out with mine own hands, and pluck the glittering lights from the night sky. Or caress the gentle white lines of foam that scatter themselves across the vast endless sea.
By Liam Storm4 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Draft. AI-Generated.
Ethan Ward was a literature professor at Hillcrest University — a quiet man who loved solitude more than social events. His students called him “The Ghost Teacher” because of how silently he moved through the halls. He wasn’t rude — just lost in thought, like someone living between two worlds.
By Ghanni malik4 months ago in Fiction
