Historical

Fear Remembered. Content Warning.
The air in the room was not merely still, it was petrified. It had been held, undisturbed, for eighty years, a single, deep breath drawn in fear and never fully exhaled. The lock on the attic door had rusted shut decades ago, forgotten by subsequent owners of the old Amsterdam house, who dismissed it as just another quirky, unusable space. But behind that door lay a world frozen in amber.
By Amy Brown5 months ago in Fiction
The Flesh Factory: Inside the Elite’s Alleged Empire of Broken Minds and Stolen Souls
To understand the true depths of human cruelty, we must first look away from the sanitized history books and stare directly into the abyss of the unverified, yet horrifyingly consistent testimonies of the 20th century. Long before the age of the internet, before Artificial Intelligence could fabricate reality, and before conspiracy theories became a digital trend, there were whispers. These were not the whispers of bored teenagers, but the terrified, fragmented screams of individuals—mostly women and children—who claimed to be survivors of a project so vile, so scientifically precise in its evil, that the average mind struggles to comprehend its existence. This is the story of the alleged "Monarch" and "Trauma-Based Mind Control" programs, a narrative that suggests the world's most powerful Elites have been trading in a commodity far more valuable than gold or oil: the absolute, programmable slavery of the human soul.
By Wellova 5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Spoke to Shadows. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Spoke to Shadows Rayan was eight when he first noticed the extra shadow. It appeared on a quiet November night — the kind where the cold crept under doors, and the moon shone bright enough to make the whole room glow silver. He had woken from a dream he couldn’t remember, his heart beating too fast, his throat too dry.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
Real-Life Superpowers: The People Who Are Basically X-Men
If you’re anything like me, you probably spent a lot of your childhood (and maybe even some of your adult life) wishing for superpowers. I always dreamed of teleportation, mostly for very practical reasons. Imagine sleeping until two minutes before you need to clock in, then zipping straight to work! Or being able to eat that amazing street food in Tokyo, then have dessert in Paris, all without dealing with airport security and airfares. Talk about convenience! Funnily enough, there were a few powers I definitely didn't want. Flying seemed cold, and I figured people would probably try to shoot down random objects in the sky. Invisibility? Too risky, I don't want to get hit by a car that can't see me! And reading minds? No thanks. I’m fine not knowing if someone secretly dislikes my new shirt.
By Areeba Umair5 months ago in Fiction
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold For three days, the border had been filled with fire, smoke, and fear. Then the ceasefire came — a thin thread of hope, fragile like glass. For the first time in seventy-two hours, the guns went quiet. Families returned from camps. Soldiers stepped back from their positions. Reporters lowered their cameras.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Fiction
The Bride, the Swan and the Wolf. AI-Generated.
The drumbeat travelled through the house like a second heart—steady, insistent—folding itself into laughter, clinking china, and the crackle of oil in the kitchen. Voices floated up the staircase in overlapping layers: a joke half-heard, an aunt’s advice, someone calling for more sugar. The hallway below was crowded with shoes and relatives; even the air seemed full.
By Green Poet5 months ago in Fiction
The Night the River Took the Moon. AI-Generated.
The villagers of Keshari Bend still whisper about the night the river swallowed the moon. Not the real moon — no one is foolish enough to believe that —
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Stars Fell Into the Sea. AI-Generated.
On the edge of Miraan Coast, where the sea hummed like an ancient lullaby, lived a quiet fisherman named Arav. Every evening he pushed his small blue boat into the water, following the same rhythm, the same routine, the same tired hope that tomorrow might be better than today.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
Pangu Separates Heaven and Earth
In the beginning, there was no heaven and no earth—only a vast, swirling chaos, an endless egg of darkness and confusion. This was the universe in its infancy, and within it slept the giant Pangu, curled in silent slumber for eighteen thousand years.
By David cen5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Everyone in the quiet town of Eldenbrook knew Elias Thorn, the old clockmaker whose shop stood at the corner of Willow Street. The windows were always fogged with dust and time, and the shelves were filled with clocks—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, delicate sand timers, and curious contraptions no one had names for.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Maker of Lyria
M Mehran Lyria was a town that did not sleep. Even at midnight, its narrow cobblestone streets glowed with strings of paper lanterns—blue for peace, yellow for hope, white for healing, and red for courage. But the most beautiful lanterns, the ones people whispered about, came from the workshop at the very edge of the riverbank, where an old woman named Sera lived.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
Winter in a Box
Sebastian is sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace, reading yet another book. The tall castle windows are covered by thick curtains, and outside, the snow-covered ground softens the sound of the wind and reduces the pressing darkness.
By Alessa Fen5 months ago in Fiction