Series
The Girl by the Sea – Part 1. AI-Generated.
The sun had barely risen over the small coastal town of Havenbrook, stretching soft golden light across silent streets and sleepy rooftops. Morning mist curled over the shoreline, wrapping the ocean in a gentle haze. It was here, at the jagged edge of town where land kissed the sea, that Amelia Hart often found herself—barefoot on damp sand, sketchbook in hand, searching for something she couldn’t quite name.
By Yaseen khan3 months ago in Fiction
Fox Hunt; Chapter 11
The camp is surprisingly quiet. Those I do happen to see as I dodge between the barracks don't seem too interested in anything around them, and the few nurses and doctors I see with them are too focused on them to notice me. I know I'm nearing the other side of the camp when I spot the fence between the barrack rows. Once I was there, I could slip out over the fence and be gone without anyone here being any wiser. And without any serious exposure. Three more barracks and then I'm in the clear. I check to make sure no one is paying any attention before I start across the next gap.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 months ago in Fiction
Marlene. Content Warning.
2025. She wakes every morning in darkness, heaving arthritic limbs out of bed and placing blue-veined feet on the naked wood floor. “No rugs in here, mom. You’ll trip and you can’t afford to break a hip now,” her cautious daughter stated a little too eagerly. She likes the feel of these smooth pine planks beneath her feet, remembering when she and Kent built the old place. Fifty-five years ago. She was just twenty-three years old. And despite her youth, had lived some hard truths.
By Cathy Schieffelin3 months ago in Fiction
"The Archives: Secrets Buried Beneath Time"
The Archives Part I She headed to her station seeing her manager browsing through papers. "What's happening here?" She asked. Her boss's firm expression reminded her that she showed interest. Her boss has always been a hardman, when he walked you could sense that he was off to accomplish something. When he spoke you could sense that he wasn't lying. He was always impeccably dressed and had immense respect company-wide. He was cruel but in the right manner, in a manner that made him the boss.
By Dipnarayan bhagat 3 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror of Color
Every hue is a doorway; every shade a choice. You lift the lid from a jar of pigment and the room changes temperature by a single breath—warmer, then warmer still. The color inside looks less like paint and more like a pulse. It stirs the air, rippling the lamplight, a living ember you can hold without being burned.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Rain in Bulawayo. AI-Generated.
Bulawayo, 1998 — a city of sunburned streets and restless winds, where the scent of dust and diesel hung heavy in the air. In the township of Mzilikazi, two brothers grew up chasing the same dream but running from different ghosts.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
