Stream of Consciousness
Beneath the Raven’s Wings
The Raven’s Kiss The first time I saw her, she was standing at the edge of the Wood, where the mist curled like phantom fingers around the ancient oaks. Her gown was the color of a moonless night, her lips darker than spilled wine. She did not speak—only smiled, and in that smile, I felt the weight of centuries.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
The Tracks
Why don't trains travel on me anymore? I know there are weeds from time to time on my rails, but won't the wheels on the trains cut the weeds away? I swear I can hear many trains, but why don't they travel on me now? Too many questions and no answers for me.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
The Shimmering Mirage: Utopia as a Dream within a Dream
The heart of a man, always yearning for hopes and their fulfillment, has always cherished dreams of a utopia for a long time. Painted with flawless governance, boundless prosperity and harmonious existence, these utopias are the epitome of human existence all a utopian realm, a beacon of hope and but an unspoken fear that serve as a critique of a fragmented reality. Yet, the more we examine these shining ideals, the more they begin to seem like a dream – a beautiful, complex creation of a mind. And perhaps, even more than that Elusively, the notion of a universally perfect world is a dream within that initial dream, a layer of abstraction that takes us further away from its tangible realization.
By umar khalid9 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Silent Smile
It was always her smile that caught people’s attention. Soft, serene, almost haunting—like a sunset that knows night is coming. Areeba was the kind of woman who carried storms in her eyes but never let a drop fall. Her colleagues at the school adored her, the children adored her more. Yet no one ever knew who she was beyond the walls of that classroom.
By Zulfiqar Ali9 months ago in Fiction
Spiraling. Content Warning.
Have you ever had one of those days where you just didn't want to get out of bed? A morning where nothing would have been more wonderful than to roll over, go back to sleep, and never wake up again? To lose yourself forever in a blissful cocoon of peace, quiet, and dreamless slumber, without having to worry about the outside world or the people in it for an eternity? Lucy had been having one of those days for the last three years of her life.
By Natalie Gray9 months ago in Fiction
The Sun No Longer Rises
Year: 2135. The sun no longer rises over Earth. After the last massive solar storm, the ozone layer was completely destroyed. Humanity now lives deep underground in cities known as “New Undercities.” One such city, Enclave-7, lies 15 kilometers beneath the surface. Artificial light, filtered air, hydroponic farms, and constant surveillance have replaced the sky, the breeze, the soil.
By Allen Rihab9 months ago in Fiction









