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The Quiet Confidence
Quiet Confident girl, who never needed to be seen to know her worth and what she is!!! Growing up, she never chased the spotlight. From childhood to adulthood, there was a calm assurance in the way she carried herself—a quiet confidence that didn’t need validation or applause. She was the kind of person who didn’t post achievements on social media unless something brought her deep happiness or marked a new personal experience. Recognition, praise, or acknowledgment from others was never a driving force in her life.
By Srija10 months ago in Fiction
I forgive Him.
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By A page from the Past10 months ago in Fiction
3 Zomibe Rat Stories
The subway swarm. The subway tunnels beneath the city were a labyrinth of decay, where the air clung to your lungs like damp rot, Jamal, a maintenance worker, navigated the tracks with a flashlight that flickered like a dying pulse. The city had been plagued by odd rat sightings, bloated, hairless creatures with eyes like blood. Lots. The Transit Authority dismissed them as diseased vermin, but Jamal wasn't so sure. Tonight he was sent to investigate a reported blockage in tunnel 17.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Fiction
The Light in the Attic
It arrived on a Tuesday, folded once and slipped into an envelope with no return address. The paper was yellowed and smelled faintly of lavender and dust. My name was written in perfect cursive on the front: Eleanor Wren. No title. No address. Just my name, as if the sender knew I'd find it regardless of where it landed.
By Sen Sab10 months ago in Fiction
A Letter to Mother
A Letter to Mother Written with Tears, Sealed with Love The clock ticked slowly in the dimly lit room, but Aarif wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were fixed on a blank sheet of paper, the pen resting in his hand trembling slightly. The city outside roared with its usual noise—cars honking, people shouting, life rushing forward—but in that small apartment, time seemed to have paused.
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Between Roses and Rainbows
Here’s an original short story titled "Between Roses and Rainbows", capturing emotional depth, transformation, and hope. Between Roses and Rainbows Where Hope Blossoms and Dreams Shine
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After The Stars Fell By Hridya Sharma
I often wondered what love is. Is it truly the warm, fuzzy emotions that ooze out of true mirth of care and adore, or is it a product of prevalent capitalism that exists within our world? That makes it easy for the consumeristic and hyperagile construct to sell products to the humans as a marketing tactic, to slip in through the psyche of innocent minds, to create a buzz, to find their weaklings and exploit them for company profits and expansions. I still find myself wondering what love is, pondering over that thought. I searched on Chatgpt What do you think love is, What does love truly mean? Is there any premise in the age-old tales of true eternal love, or are they just some flipping pages of history that are known to mankind through the legends of time, through the sands of ripple effects that last through time? Does happily ever after truly exist? I scrambledly typed and asked the language model, aka AI genius.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Fiction
The Archive of Forgotten Things
In the city of Memoria, no one remembers anything beyond ten years ago. not as a result of age. Not because of trauma.
By Allen Rihab11 months ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
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By Muhammad Hayat11 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Time
Everyone in the city said it was a myth. A whisper. A foolish rumor carried by the wind through cracked alleyways and flickering neon signs.
By Ahmad Dost11 months ago in Fiction
Humpty Dumpty . AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a sunny kingdom filled with golden fields and sparkling rivers, there lived a cheerful little egg named Humpty Dumpty. Humpty wasn’t just any egg—he wore a bright blue vest, polished his shell every morning until it gleamed, and loved to tell stories to anyone who would listen.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️11 months ago in Fiction