Series

A Friend in Need
I heard voices I'm not crazy I think that's what woke me. My tongue rasped, my head pounded, and my brain felt as crooked as the bed I lay on. One corner smashed in, and the mattress balanced unevenly on top. Wobbling every time I moved.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
AI Retold: Little Red Riding Hood. AI-Generated.
[[ This is the first in a series of exploratory short stories where I've just asked an AI (Copilot, in this case) to retell a classic fairy tale, both out of curiosity and interest to see what tropes and details it retains and what it changes. Further works will possibly include analysis sections where I genuinely compare and contrast the AI-generated versus the original, but this one in particular was just a trial run to see how it would turn out. Not bad, overall, but we'll see in the future how it handles more complex stories and what results. ]]
By Taylor Inman7 months ago in Fiction
Solo Leveling Episode 2
“You have been selected as a Player.” Sung Jin-Woo opened his eyes, not to the cold stillness of a dungeon, but to the beeping rhythm of a heart monitor. The ceiling above him was white, unfamiliar. A fluorescent light hummed softly overhead.
By Shaheer7 months ago in Fiction
Solo Leveling Episode 1
South Korea. Present day. It all began when the mysterious “Gates” appeared—portals to another world teeming with monsters and magic. With them, came Awakened Humans: hunters, blessed with supernatural powers. Some were strong enough to obliterate armies. Others, barely survived a single battle.
By Shaheer7 months ago in Fiction
The House That Whispers
The House That Whispers By Khan I first heard about the house from an old man in the pub. He had eyes like rusted nails and a voice like dry leaves blowing across a grave.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Fiction
Once Upon A Second Chance. Content Warning.
I remember dying vividly. It was 1977 and I was a nineteen year old who thought I had figured it out and had nothing new to learn. There was nothing to look forward to and nothing to look back on.
By S.7 months ago in Fiction
Baron Midnight: Unearthed
Mama Noire’s parlor pulsed with the scent of copal and cinnamon — a thick, sweet veil curling through the room like the breath of ancient spirits. Candlelight flickered across walls adorned with relics: withered black roses sealed in glass bottles, faded photographs pinned within hand-carved frames, bone beads looped around wooden crucifixes. At her feet, chalked veves glowed faintly, humming with old power.
By Dblkrose7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Garden
There was a village at the edge of the world where time stood still—not metaphorically, but truly. The sun always hovered in the same place. The shadows never grew longer. The leaves on the trees were forever green, and not a single wrinkle ever touched the faces of the people who lived there.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Fiction
Wagner Moura: From Brazil to Cannes by Stanislav Kondrashov
Wagner Maniçoba de Moura (born June 27, 1976, in Salvador, Bahia) is a Brazilian actor, director, and musician. Known for his powerful performances in Elite Squad and Narcos, Moura has become an iconic figure in both Latin American and international cinema.
By Stanislav Kondrashov7 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asim7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
In the old city of Raigarh, where cobbled streets echoed with horse hooves and market bells, there lived a quiet old man named Master Devlan, the clockmaker.
By Yahya Asim7 months ago in Fiction
The Story of Caelan and Marais. AI-Generated.
Marais didn’t expect anything to shift that day. The rain was soft and steady, just enough to blur the glass. Valerie was curled into herself on the blanket by the door, her sighs long and contented. The house held a lived-in kind of quiet, one she was used to, one she thought she preferred.
By Bonita Fernandes-Bennett7 months ago in Fiction