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The Diary of a Girl Who Never Spoke
In the small coastal town of Whisper Bay, where the fog always lingered over the cliffs as if hiding secrets of its own, lived a girl named Ava Rose. At sixteen, she had already become something of a mystery. She hadn’t spoken a word in five years not since the stormy night her parents’ fishing boat disappeared without a trace.
By Muzamil khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten. AI-Generated.
The village of Ravenhollow stood like a half-remembered dream at the edge of the forest. Time had not been kind to it cobblestone streets cracked beneath years of silence, wooden doors sagged on rusted hinges, and ivy crept like stubborn memories across abandoned walls. People rarely spoke of Ravenhollow anymore, and those who did lowered their voices, as though afraid the village itself might be listening.
By Muzamil khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Reflection That Spoke First
The first time it happened, I thought I was sleep-deprived. I had dragged myself into the bathroom at dawn, the fluorescent bulb humming above me, and leaned over the sink to splash water on my face. My reflection looked back at me — same dark circles, same tired frown — but then it blinked before I did. I froze. For a split second, it felt like the air between us thickened, as though the glass itself had become a wall I could never cross. Then, with lips I hadn’t yet moved, it whispered, “You can’t keep pretending.”
By Musawir Shah5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of Marianne . AI-Generated.
Shimmering against the railing, Marianne's ring was a match for the sun half-way arrested in a cloudless blue sky. Oliver Swenson blinked tired eyes and stirred half-thawed ice cubes in his bourbon while water lapped in iridescent strands of turquoise and sapphire before a green hill of trees and underbrush. An authentic generic Eden. Not a mile away thronged tourists clamoring for a spot of shade from the sun, but in the small lagoon, there was silence. Wall-enclosed by a citadel of jagged volcanic rock, it was untouched. Secret. A bridegroom's dream. The same as it had been all those distant years ago when they were young and foolish. Young and dumb is more like it. Still, they had done their best. Thirty-three years and three kids later the only constant was the island. Drowsy crests of waves lapped up onto the beach, washing the most delicate of shells out to sea. Seagulls cawed like Marianne's laughter overhead. No, this was then, not later. Later it was still. Too still. Heavy with the stillness of being completely alone on his platform.
By Dipnarayan bhagat 5 months ago in Fiction
📦 Henry “Box” Brown: The Man Who Mailed Himself to Freedom
In the early 19th century, slavery in the United States was one of the darkest stains on human history. Millions of men, women, and children lived under brutal conditions, stripped of their basic rights, and forced to endure unimaginable suffering. Among those enslaved was Henry Brown, a man born into slavery in Virginia in 1815. His story, however, would become one of the most remarkable and daring escapes ever recorded — earning him the unforgettable name, “Henry Box Brown.”
By Ismail khan 5 months ago in Fiction
I Am A Light And The Dark Is Afraid of Me
Nothing good ever happens in the dark, except sex. No, wait — sex is even better in the light. However, too many weird things happen in the dark — to me, anyway. Everything from stubbing my toe to falling backwards down a flight of stairs, so I always have many lights on in several areas of my house ever since the latter happened. Lights keep me safe.
By Star Love Grey5 months ago in Fiction
