Series

The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan8 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan8 days ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan8 days ago in Fiction
Instincts of Survival. AI-Generated.
The mountain air was thinner than Lina remembered. Each breath burned her lungs as she climbed higher along the narrow trail, her boots scraping against loose stones. Pine trees surrounded her like silent guards, their tall shadows stretching across the rocky ground. She had come alone to clear her mind, believing the mountains were safer than the noise of the world below.
By Bilal Mohammadi8 days ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 8 days ago in Fiction
IN THE AVU OBSERVATORY
The observatory at Avu, in Borneo, stands on the spur of the mountain. To the north rises the old crater, black at night against the unfathomable blue of the sky. From the little circular building, with its mushroom dome, the slopes plunge steeply
By Faisal Khan9 days ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 46
TUS NUA – ch 46 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Alistar rejoined the group with a discouraging look on his face.
By Margaret Brennan9 days ago in Fiction
Hippieland
Welcome to Hippieland! It's a beautiful day with the sun shining down on the island where Hippieland is located somewhere in the Caribbean. The town is coming alive following the amazing sunset. Music is starting to play across the island. The peace loving, drama free laid back, relaxed music loving, fun loving people of Hippieland begin to exit their beach houses and inland cottages. The town center complex opens it's doors while fellow hippies gather in the midst of the outside courtyard.
By James Staskus9 days ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles
Soon it was summer, and the warehouse was almost unbearably hot to hang out in. But they didn’t care. It had become the most wonderful, magical place for the boys. It was their Neverland, their Wonderland, their Chocolate Factory.
By Guia Nocon9 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID10 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 3 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid The children continued their journey to the center. It was still early at the neighborhood summer center.
By ZAIDALGONAID10 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 2 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid On the way to the center: Ali: Look, Nadir! Isn't that Hamza?
By ZAIDALGONAID10 days ago in Fiction