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Impatiens for the Soul
Content Warning: Mention of mental illness Impatiens for the Soul D. A. Ratliff Looking down at the colorful blooms bursting out of their pots, I remembered when my mother and I first planted these together. A lot of water has flowed since then—water for the impatiens and tears for me.
D. A. RatliffPublished 37 minutes ago in FictionTitle The Frog Quintet and the Cunning Fox
Title The Frog Quintet and the Cunning Fox Once upon a time, in a lush green timber, there lay a tranquil pond. On the edge of this pond stood a majestic tree, its branches reaching out like drinking arms. Under the shade of this tree lived a quintet of frogs Fredrick, Fiona, Franklin, and Felicity.
vinoth kumarPublished 45 minutes ago in FictionThe Echoes of Time
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, lived a woman named Evelyn. Her story was one whispered among the townsfolk, a tale woven with threads of mystery and longing.
Ekombe hauPublished about 8 hours ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
Celestial Symphony
In the sleepy town of Moonstone, where the skies were perpetually painted with hues of sapphire and amethyst, a mysterious musician captivated the hearts of its residents. Known only as the Starlight Serenader, this enigmatic figure would appear on moonlit nights, guitar in hand, and serenade the town with melodies that seemed to come from the stars themselves.
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LYRA
LYRA In a world where dreams were a shared experience, one person held the power to shape the subconscious minds of humanity. Her name was Lyra, the last Dreamweaver.
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The Old Mansion
As I stepped into the old mansion, a chill ran down my spine. The air inside was thick with secrets, and the walls seemed to whisper tales of the past. I had always been drawn to the mysterious and unknown, and this place was rumored to be one of the most haunted mansions in the country.
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Aria and The Stranger
Aria and The Stranger In a small village nestled in the rolling hills of Scotland, there lived a young woman named Aria. She was a skilled weaver, known for her exquisite tapestries that seemed to come alive with every thread and color. But Aria's true gift lay not in her hands, but in her mind. She possessed the rare ability to weave memories into fabric.
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The Time Traveler's Dilemma
The Time Traveler's Dilemma Professor James had always been fascinated by the mysteries of time. As a renowned physicist, he had spent his career studying the subject, pouring over theories and conducting experiments. And finally, after years of tireless work, he had succeeded in building a time machine.
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The Lost City of Eldar
The Lost City of Eldar In the heart of the dense jungle, hidden from prying eyes, lay the Lost City of Eldar. Legends spoke of its grandeur, of golden temples and sparkling fountains, of a civilization far more advanced than any other. Many had attempted to find it, but none had returned.
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The Whispering Walls
The Whispering Walls As I stepped into the old mansion, a shiver ran down my spine. The air inside was heavy with secrets, and the walls seemed to whisper tales of the past. I had always been drawn to the mysterious and unknown, and this place was no exception.
The Giant Of Antopolis.
In a clamoring knoll, under the overhang of murmuring grasses and dynamic wildflowers, lay the many-sided city of Antopolis. Worked from innumerable grains of sand, small twigs, and stones, it was a wonder of designing and association. The insects of Antopolis carried on with their lives as one, each playing out their jobs with military accuracy. In any case, there was a consistent shadow of dread that lingered over them, a fear shared by each subterranean insect from the littlest specialist to the fabulous Sovereign herself — the Monsters.
borsha afrin30Published a day ago in FictionThe Gift Of Dreams.
In a little town settled between moving slopes and lavish vegetation, there carried on with a young lady named Maya. Maya's family was poor, yet her fantasies were rich with yearnings. Her dad worked enthusiastically as a rancher to accommodate the family, while her mom kept an eye on their unobtrusive home and cared for Maya and her more youthful kin.
borsha afrin30Published a day ago in Fiction