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Greedy shopkeeper
Rafiq the merchant was a very wealthy shopkeeper. His long robe was made of expensive fur. On his fingers were gold-plated rings studded with rubies and sapphires.
By Nikita Angel10 months ago in Fiction
Five Miles: Aftermath
I do apologize if this story upload seems insensitive due to the tornado outbreak that occurred in the United States on April 2, 2025. This script was already finished months back, and I just want to upload it because I haven't for so long. If you feel uncomfortable because of what's going on right now, you can turn back and read it later.
By Ace Melee10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Man Standing
**Title: The Last Man Standing** In a time not so distant from the present, a dark wave washed over the world, uprooting civilization as it had been known. A mysterious illness, one that began as a mere whisper, soon turned into a deafening storm, sweeping through cities and towns. Within months, it claimed millions, leaving nothing but ghostly echoes of life in its wake. Most fell ill, some recovered, but a select few seemed untouched by the contagion—a phenomenon that would mark the turning point of humanity.
By obadiah10 months ago in Fiction
A Heart Divided
**A Heart Divided: The Tale of Betrayal** In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there stood an ancient oak tree that had witnessed generations of love, laughter, and loss. It was said to harbor secrets, binding the villagers in an invisible thread. Among these villagers were two childhood friends: Elara and Finn.
By obadiah10 months ago in Fiction
Pyramids and Poison (Part 2)
This stage script is based on my own personal experiences of a Multi Level Marketing company that almost destroyed everything I held dear to me. If anyone reading this is a member of such a scheme, take heed!
By Simon Aylward10 months ago in Fiction
Five Miles: Monster Tornado Impact. Content Warning.
PG:13 Death ----- INT. PUBLIC STORM SHELTER The storm shelter is empty, which makes Jordon more unnerved as he runs to a bathroom. He hides in a bathroom stall.
By Ace Melee10 months ago in Fiction
"The Forest's Center"
"The Forest's Center" Emily did not think magic existed. She had been raised in a world of obligations, deadlines, and timetables. She was an accountant who valued facts over fiction and statistics over stories. But the day she fell into the forest, everything was different.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction
A Dialogue about Family Occasions and Obligations
I don't want to go. Why not? Because your family are such hard work. In what way? They just...I don't know...make me feel...like crap.
By Rachel Deeming10 months ago in Fiction
Love, Please Return
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
"Perfection Is an Illusion"
"Perfection Is an Illusion" As a child, Sarah had always been ideal. That is what her parents expected her to be, anyway. She had received accolades for her academic success, her well-behaved manner, and her capacity to perform exceptionally well in all she attempted throughout her early years. However, Sarah had a weight that no one ever saw beneath the smiles. She feared failing.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction
"The Prison of the Mind"
"The Prison of the Mind" Lena sat by herself in the psychiatric hospital's tiny, sterilized room. She felt as though she was confined to a snow globe, cut off from the outside world, because the walls were so white. The fragrance of antiseptic, which she had been all too accustomed to in recent months, permeated the air. Feeling the rough skin of her palms, the only solace in a world gone awry, she clasped her hands together.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction
"The Doubt Mirror"
"The Doubt Mirror" Routine has always been Lena's style. She ate the same breakfast, dressed in the same clothes, and took the same route every day. Although not remarkable, her life was steady and straightforward. But lately, she had been bothered by something. Like an itch she could not reach, a faint sensation that was initially nearly undetectable had started to creep under her skin. She could not say for sure when the uneasiness started, but it started when she moved into the old, rickety flat on the outskirts of town. She was just aware that it was choking her and growing.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Fiction