On the morning of his thirteenth birthday, when his parents woke him up, he asked them to stop. "I don't need to wake up yet," said the boy. "I have my alarm. It will tell me when I'm supposed to wake up. And I'm too old for you to wake me."
By M2 months ago in Fiction
Alive The sun was setting over the shimmering waters of the Long Island Sound, casting a golden hue over the extravagant mansions that lined the shore. Among these opulent estates stood a grand mansion, recently purchased by a young woman named Lily. She had inherited an immense fortune from her father, a successful businessman who had made his fortune in the steel industry.
It was quite a beautiful day. You glimpse at it twice, and it is an essence of reflections of everything around you. In other words, a day is worth reviewing and remembering. With all the reflections around me, the sun could only do better by grasping itself upon my body from multiple different directions. The heat immersed me with calmness. Barely any sweat derives from my body.
In the midst of chaos and clutter, Lies a sword, a pepper shaker, and homework. A trio of objects, each with its own story to tell.
By M2 months ago in Poets
EXT. INSIDE CHASES BEDROOM - NIGHT CHASE starts having sudden hallucinations. Multiple voices start chanting different statements in his ears. CHASE stands up, awoken by the voices.
In the quaint forest, nestled amongst towering trees, lived a family of rabbits. There were Hop, the father, Poppy, the mother, and their two energetic kits, Lilly and Sparky.
By M3 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 2: The Wise Elder In the days that followed his discovery of the weathered book, Nikolai found himself consumed by an insatiable thirst for knowledge. The profound insights he had gleaned from the philosopher Hermann's words had ignited a spark within him, one that demanded to be nurtured and fed.
By M3 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 1: The Discovery In the small, secluded village nestled amidst the rolling hills, Nikolai's days followed a familiar, unwavering rhythm. From the moment the first golden rays of dawn crept over the horizon, he would rise from his simple bed, don his worn work clothes, and make his way to the fields that had nourished his community for generations.
Ivan Lebedev stares out the panoramic windows of his luxurious Manhattan apartment, his brow furrowed in quiet contemplation. The city skyline, once a source of pride and accomplishment, now seems to mock him with its relentless, indifferent glow.
Chapter 1: The Call to Arms Captain Lena Voss strode into the dimly lit briefing room, her steely gaze betraying no emotion as she took her seat. The weight of the mission ahead hung heavy in the air, the tension palpable among the gathered officers.
Eclipsing the sky, a wonder to see, Celestial bodies align in harmony. Luna's shadow falls, the sun hides, Ice and fire, a cosmic display.
By M3 months ago in Poets
In the small village of St. Martin, nestled in the idyllic countryside of France, life flowed peacefully for centuries. The villagers, a tight-knit community, tended to their crops, raised their families, and celebrated together during the annual harvest festival. But this tranquility would soon be shattered, as the winds of war began to sweep across the world.
By M5 months ago in History
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