Young Adult
#2 Please Don't Drink The Venom... 🐼🐼🐼. Content Warning.
"Pure perfection, not," Krista Cornellion said dejectedly as she tossed her navy blue pleated skirt into the back of her closet along with her white, butterfly-collar, button-down shirt with the Ashby Senior High School emblem embedded on it.
By Tiffany Gordon4 months ago in Fiction
🌾 The Little Lamp in the Village
In a quiet valley surrounded by rolling green hills, there was a small village where life moved slowly and peacefully. The houses were built of clay and stone, with wooden doors and straw roofs. Each evening, when the sun began to set, the air would fill with the soft fragrance of cooking fires, and the sound of children’s laughter echoed between the narrow lanes.
By Muhammad Riaz4 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
The water wasn't water anymore. Alexander understood this with a clarity that felt both new and impossibly old. What surrounded him was something else entirely - a substance that moved like memory, that breathed like thought. It pulsed with its own rhythm, a heartbeat that seemed to sync with something deep in his chest - something that had been dormant until now.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Heart of a Dog. Content Warning.
Author of the story (kamalali) In a quiet village nestled between green hills and winding streams, lived a humble but kind-hearted man named Haji Bilal. He and his wife lived in a modest home with their two children, a son and a daughter. Though they didn’t have much in terms of money or possessions, their home was filled with love, laughter, and generosity. The villagers respected them for their honesty and simplicity.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Baron Von Greed was waiting for them. Cogsworth had expected pursuit, searches, perhaps even mechanical hounds sent to track him through the city's steam-filled streets. He had not expected to find the Baron standing calmly in his carnival quarters, examining the maintenance tools with the casual interest of a man appraising property.
By Shane D. Spear4 months ago in Fiction
The Finale : Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
The Finale Chapter 1 Alistair froze, his hand still raised, the rock still in his grip. The whisper was not in his ears, but in his mind, clear as day. It was the voice of a woman, a profound sadness clinging to every word.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Fiction
Where the Paint Peels
The town clung to the rocky shore like barnacles on a ship's hull, its buildings weathered into something between architecture and driftwood. What had once been pristine white clapboard siding now bore the scars of countless storms—paint peeling in long, papery strips that curled and fluttered in the salt-heavy breeze like dying moths.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
