Stream of Consciousness

The Eerie of Room 401 (part 1)
Caption 1: The Appearance In the core of Orrisa, settled inside the old walls of an old lodging, lay Room 401. The lodging, when a fantastic foundation, presently remained as a remnant of its previous brilliance, with stripping paint and squeaking sections of flooring telling stories of its for some time failed to remember past. Saida, a daring explorer, showed up at the inn looking for cover for the evening. Much to her dismay, Room 401 held insider facts hazier than the actual night.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror's Curse
Section 1: The Old fashioned Mirror In the curious town of Willow River, settled amid murmuring woods and haze-loaded roads, stood an old house covered in secret. The manor had a place with the late Dr. Nathaniel Blackwood, an eminent medium reputed to have dug into the haziest corners of the otherworldly.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Polly's Parrot Adventures: A Tale of Linguistic Prowess and Curiosity
In the bustling city of Aviania, where colorful feathers adorned every corner and the air was filled with the chatter of birds, lived a peculiar flock of parrots known for their extraordinary gift of gab. Among them, Polly stood out with her vibrant plumage and an insatiable curiosity that matched her captivating chatter.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
Two souls intertwine in a dance of destiny, their love echoing through the ages like a timeless melody.** The bustling city of Evermore where two souls interwove in a dance of fate. Luna, a vibrant artist with a heart as colorful as her paintings, crossed paths with Orion, a brooding musician with melodies that echoed the depths of his soul.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
The Frightful Code: Kalyani's Genuine Shocking Tale
Section 1: The Deadline In the clamoring city of Bangalore, amid the high rises and tech parks, Kalyani, a gifted programmer, ended up immersed in the exciting universe of coding. Her days were spent drenched in lines of code, her psyche consumed by calculations and cutoff times. However, much to her dismay an unfavorable cutoff time lingered over her, one undeniably more evil than any task course of events.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Stephan: The Last of the Voltarians
February 7, 2144 Lieutenant Anthony Cheng and his squad finally broke into the last chamber of the Voltarian base nestled at the foot of the Whitmore Mountains.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Key
I was scrambling to get out the door to head to work. Surprise surprise, I’d lost track of time. What else is new? In what felt like a whirlwind motion, I threw my jacket on and grabbed my bag. And even though I was in a rush, I took a second to go through it to make sure I had everything, just out of habit.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Fiction
I am Still Here, in your Heart
There used to be much more of me in your heart, before you started down your path of denial and fear and disappointment. Do you remember how full of dreams, and courage, and spirit, you used to be? Before you took the 'easy' path; before you started listening to other people too much?
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 2 years ago in Fiction
Feeling Happy Again
In the middle of a busy city, there was a cozy café called "The Sunshine Spot." People came here to share stories, laugh, and feel connected to others.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Reader
To Whom It May Concern: I am very sad and I don’t know who to talk to. People ignore me all the time. I used to be important. I was a part of their daily lives. I had value. Now I lay abandoned. Forgotten but for a few true caring souls that remember what I have to offer. To them I am a priceless treasure that makes the world a much better place in which to live.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Fiction
Journal of a Juvenile. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
Faded pages and smeared ink. Tears that have long since dried have run through lines that penned the pain of an adolescent girl in charcoal and lead. Folded edges and tiny crinkles of confetti that clung on from pages ripped out in fear, anger, repression, mistrust, and doubts. Lyrical lines and thoughtful essays of the days that made up your youth. You left me as discarded and abandoned as you once felt. Or possibly still do.
By Syncere2 years ago in Fiction