Short Story
The biggest truth
In the heart of a remote and serene village, nestled amidst ancient forests and surrounded by towering mountains, lived an elderly sage named Aria. This village, known as Eldoria, had a long-standing tradition of wisdom and tranquility, and it was here that people believed the greatest truths of the universe were revealed. Aria, with her silver hair flowing like a waterfall and eyes that seemed to hold the depths of the cosmos, was revered as the keeper of these truths.
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Reader And ExplainerPublished about an hour ago in FictionCity Love Story
Emily and Fernando lived in a busy city. They loved each other very much, but their relationship had been difficult at times. Emily sometimes felt like she was losing herself, but she still hoped things would get better.
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Rachel DeemingPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionLeonie's Heart of Darkness
"Carnal desire mixed with dark and depraved inhibitions coursed through his veins as he grew bolder, waiting impatiently to release his magic on her. Knowing she didn't matter to him, he ignored her fears. A prop. That's all she was. Her innocence; irrelevant. Leonie. Sweet little Leonie was nothing more than a prop in his play, and he forgot all about her while he prepared the final potions." King Stefan, the Darkness ~ An excerpt from Chapter 1 ~ The Banishment ~ The Origins of Darkness
KA StefanaPublished about 10 hours ago in FictionA portrait of a death love.
Holly stared at the canvas laying opposite to her on her room. On it, a portrait had been painted by her, but now it seemed so...pointless.
Shiro_KamiPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionThe Whispering Canopy
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angela hepworthPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionOur Love Burns Brighter than a 10-Kiloton Nuclear Warhead
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Stephen A. RoddewigPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionPaul Stewart: The Kingmaker of Vocal
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Paul StewartPublished about 18 hours ago in FictionUntimely Eyes
Education is not what it was when I was a lad. These young people are rather wild, untamed. They are cruel, selfish, prone to deception and betrayal. It is almost as if, when I was young, we were all tacitly cooperating; now, in this bold, nineteenth century, they seem to be at odds in a rather Hobbesian, red of tooth and claw world. Some of my colleagues find them disgusting or ridiculous. I must confess, though I am somewhat embarrassed to do so, that I find most of them rather frightening.
D. J. ReddallPublished about 20 hours ago in Fiction