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Little Don. Content Warning.
Don entered his home, tossed his keys into a bowl on the table by the door, and removed his jacket to hang in the closet. When he closed the closet door, Juliet was beside him, smiling big. Kissing her, he asked how her day had been.
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Fiction
Breaking News
For longtime anchorwoman Regina Aston, this ongoing story was quite gripping, but it increased her stock on the network. That was the last thing she had on her mind, as her only focus was on preparing herself to report the incoming developments on this continuing story, which involved the shocking murder of a woman named Natalie Becker, who was found stabbed to death inside her home a week prior.
By Clyde E. Dawkins10 months ago in Fiction
Dream of the Wolf
“No one wants to eat a human! They are sacred animals,” the wolf said gravely. Selphie had never heard an animal talk before and to hear the wolf explain in such eloquent language the philosophies and privileges of being a wolf was frankly astonishing.
By Stephanie Van Orman11 months ago in Fiction
The Final Frequency: When the Radio Calls Your Name:
In the quiet town of Hollow’s End, where the only excitement after sundown is the flicker of neon signs and the occasional raccoon raid, Nightfall Radio reigns supreme. Hosted by the velvet-voiced DJ Silas Crowe, the show is a nightly ritual—a mix of melancholic jazz, conspiracy theories, and call-in stories from listeners. But lately, the airwaves have turned sinister. A strange pattern emerges: a name whispered between tracks, a burst of ear-splitting static, and then… silence. Not just on the radio, but in the world. Because whoever hears their name vanishes.
By Sanchita Chatterjee11 months ago in Fiction
"The Sky Painted"
"The Sky Painted" There was a legend about the Painted Sky in the little community of Elmsbrook. Elders would tell children this tale while they looked up at the vivid hues of sunrise or sunset. It was supposed that the gods themselves had painted the sky many years ago. There was a catch, though: the hues of the sky were intended to be shared, a gift for everyone to enjoy. However, a self-centered artist by the name of Cael had stolen all the colors, kept them hidden in his studio, and painted only for his own pleasure. Ultimately, the sky became dark and lifeless as the gods punished him by removing the hues.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
Son of my heart- Go, and take the world.
Life is a journey where we learn, grow, and discover. As your some would call father figure, I also want to share with you a key few lessons that I hope will help you feel legacy when you are struggling to carve a life that takes meaning, strength, and health. This advice is based on experience more than theory. Bear these lessons in mind.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
