Stream of Consciousness
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. She was allegedly a ghost or a spirit caught in an endless waltz, according to some. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. Some claimed she was a ghost, a spirit trapped in an eternal waltz. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
The Merchant and the Bird
The Merchant and the Bird A merchant kept a bird. This bird was born in India. Since he was going to India for trade, the merchant asked his beloved bird if he could bring him something from India. ''I want my freedom,'' said the bird.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
THE SILENT WITNESS
When Jason, a seasoned crime scene cleaner, is called to an upscale apartment to clean up after what appears to be a tragic suicide, he finds something that shakes him to his core—a hidden message written in blood. As he delves deeper, he realizes the "suicide" may have been something far more sinister, and the real killer is watching his every move.-- Jason had seen it all. Fifteen years as a crime scene cleaner had numbed him to the sight of blood, the scent of death, and the whispers of those who once lived. His job was simple: erase the remnants of tragedy, make it as though nothing had ever happened. But this time, something was different.
By Timothy odogun 11 months ago in Fiction
Nature's Day in Court
Nature's Day in Court Udani, Chanchala, and Jayamali are three girls who work in the same boarding house in a garment factory. Despite all the difficulties and problems, they had a happy, brotherly bond. But today, there is no place to find that happiness. Udani is crying and Chanchala is crying and tired. Jayamali is looking back and forth between the two. Chanchala's phone rang. It was recorded as Amma. Jayamali picked it up. Chanchala immediately grabbed her hand.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
