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The Spirit Box (6)
Chapter 6: The Snake from Heavens Gate I hadn’t even left for work yet when tragedy struck the office. As the early morning light seeped through the windows of the police station, a sudden explosion rocked the building. The night shift officers, not yet clocked out and minutes before their shift ended, scrambled to their feet and drew their weapons as a group of white-clad covered figures stormed into the station, firing shots into the air and throwing smoke bombs while humming chants.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura Series: Portraits in Motion
When Brazilian actor Wagner Moura steps into a role, something unusual happens. You don’t just watch him act—you feel him occupy a space completely. His body becomes part of the storytelling: a flicker of movement, a quiet gesture, the rhythm of his breathing. Everything about him speaks.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 months ago in Fiction
The Veiled Dominion: Episode II. Content Warning.
The Circle of Thorns The air in the lower archives is thick. The lamps burn low. Solenne moves slowly through a chamber alive with static energy. The sound of a thousand glass tablets whispering back and forth saturates the air.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Don Conrado
It was in this manner that he started his excursion: he wandered, at first, but as the day progressed, he found more and more of a certain purpose to his stride. The reader may thus conjecture that perhaps the overall mood that Don Conrado harboured on this morning had begun to lift, in proportion to the level of exposure to the sun, and the subsequent production of calcitriol, which flowed steadily into several of his deprived bodily organs.
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Sold His Dreams to Feed His Mother
At the edge of a small town, in a tiny, old house, lived a young boy named Ayaan and his kind mother, Mariam. Their house was very old and weak. The walls had big cracks, and the roof would leak whenever it rained. To anyone passing by, the house looked broken, but inside it was full of love and care. Even though they did not have much money and sometimes had little food, Ayaan always laughed happily. His cheerful voice could be heard in the streets, like a bright light in a gray world, bringing hope and happiness to everyone who heard it.
By Bilal khan 3 months ago in Fiction
The Room with No Mirrors – Deep Psychological Story (Narration for YouTube)
They told me memory can’t lie. But after what happened in Room 27… I’m not so sure. I was 29 when I joined the clinical study at the Mindwell Institute — a new research project on “visual memory reconstruction.”
By Naimat ullah3 months ago in Fiction
