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The Last Light
You ever notice how the worst nights don’t announce themselves? There’s no storm rolling in, no strange phone call, no flicker of the lights. Sometimes it starts with something so ordinary, you don’t even give it a second thought.
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Coffee Shop at the End of the World
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By Fazal Ur Rahman8 months ago in Fiction
From the Eyes of a Princess
The starlight lingered among the whitecaps and waves, glittering like gems in the surf. Gulls called distantly and the roar of brackish water barely reached her as the waves slammed against the stone pillars of the harbor. Air hung thick with the scent of sea salt, though there was no lazy breeze wafting from the ocean. The night was moonless, dark and somehow more still than it should be. It was calm…uncanny.
By R.C. McLeod8 months ago in Fiction
Abandoned
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By Parsley Rose 8 months ago in Fiction
Heavely Seas - Chapter 14
Theo would do anything for his Mummy Dearest. The poor woman was so heartbroken over the death of her eldest son. She brought Calvin into the world and was also the one who made him leave. Little Heath wasn’t quite himself either. Theo knew what he had to do. He had to bring his brothers back for her.
By Chloe Gilholy8 months ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
The View
You have not spoken since we began the climb, though neither have I. Still, our silences are not the same. Yours is a silence devoured, pulled inward, swallowed whole by the little black box in your hand. That dark mirror world, always buzzing, always demanding. It holds you hostage. You walk half-present, glancing up only to keep from stumbling. Whatever world you’re in, it is not this one.
By Alyssa Cherise8 months ago in Fiction
The Remnance of Michael McCormack . Content Warning.
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By Parsley Rose 8 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
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By ETS_Story8 months ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
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By Princess Ladly8 months ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
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By Muhammad Ibrahim8 months ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
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By ETS_Story8 months ago in Fiction