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The Man Who Knew Tomorrow
Ethan Clarke had always known what was going to happen. Not in a supernatural way, not with visions or voices. He simply woke up each morning with a clear knowledge of the day ahead—what conversations he’d have, what news would break, even the smallest details like which song would play on the radio.
By Hridoy Hasan12 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Redwoods
Whispers Beneath the Redwoods The towering redwoods of Northern California stood like ancient sentinels, their branches weaving a canopy so dense that sunlight barely kissed the forest floor. For centuries, they had witnessed the passage of time—the rise and fall of civilizations, the whispers of lovers, the cries of the lost. But deep within the heart of the forest, where the air grew heavy with the scent of pine and earth, there was a secret. A secret that called to those who dared to listen.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
Lost in Paradise: A Solo Traveler’s Darkest Nightmare
I had always dreamed of visiting Bali—the emerald rice terraces, the scent of frangipani in the air, and the rhythmic crash of waves on golden beaches. But I never imagined that my journey would lead me deep into the island’s untamed heart, where I would get lost—and realize I wasn’t alone.
By Oppa without jams12 months ago in Fiction
Independent
Independent In the bustling city of Lumina, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, there lived a young woman named Independent. Her name was not just a word; it was a declaration, a way of life. Independent was known for her fierce determination, her unyielding spirit, and her refusal to conform to the expectations society placed upon her.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
Threads of Life: Where Dreams Intertwine
Act One The Delhi market throbbed with a life all its own, a symphony of sounds and smells that twelve-year-old Raju knew intimately. His pull cart, laden with the day's harvest of vibrant vegetables, was an extension of himself, a heavy burden and a symbol of his unwavering resolve.
By Tales by J.J.12 months ago in Fiction
Stiffed
"Come on," he coaxes, with nimble fingers that dance across the keyboard. "That can't be your real name." "It is!" Her response flashes in his periphery. He's already taken her latest image - her mouth around a lollipop, petite body dressed in all white - and run it through the deep-fake program. He could pay to unlock the explicit stuff, but he doesn't spend money on his Onlyfans girls.
By Rachel M.J12 months ago in Fiction
