Cliffhanger
A Season of Grief
### A Season of Grief Winter had always been Emma's favorite season. The world blanketed in white, the crisp air filling her lungs, and the serene silence that only snow could bring. But this winter was different. This winter was the first without her husband, Daniel.
By Dawuda Hardi about 5 hours ago in Chapters
A Glimpse of Tomorrow
One chilly autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the breeze and the town’s lanterns flickered to life, Elara found herself troubled by a recurring dream. In it, she stood at the edge of a vast, shimmering lake, surrounded by a forest cloaked in twilight. The sky above was a canvas of swirling colors—a celestial ballet that seemed to foretell both wonder and peril.
By Dawuda Hardi about 11 hours ago in Chapters
Reversal of Expectations
The cottage was quaint and cozy, warm with a thriving fire in the fireplace. It was cold outside, snow had fallen and had stayed on the ground like a clean white blanket. Myra sat in her mother's rocking chair near the window ccasionally glancing up from her knitting to look outside when she heard the wind howling. Her mother sat across from her on the other side of the room on an expensive loveseat that her father had given as a Christmas gift. They both kept their eyes and ears on the fire, each one taking a turn and putting another log in to keep the fire going whenever it seemed to be fading out.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Normanabout 21 hours ago in Chapters
The Solstice Awakening
Section 1: The Call of the Past Brightridge was a town with a demeanor of calm secret, settled in the moving slopes and thick backwoods of the English open country. The cobblestone roads wound their direction through pleasant bungalows and old stone structures, murmuring stories of a former time. Among these murmurs was the legend of the Solstice Custom, an old function accepted to tackle the force of the sun on the longest day of the year.
By Issa Betsungua day ago in Chapters
To the ones healing their darkest fragments
To the ones healing their darkest fragments Today I choose not to poetically quote the light that we need to embrace in order to see the best parts of ourselves. I do not wish to romanticise the goodness present in life. Today I want to talk about the darkness of the existence we forge our essence in—the dreariest moments of our soul that cause misery. The loneliness that mitigates the sanguinity we hold for a better tomorrow I am a writer, and we are often accused of overexemplifying the beauty of life and light. But light can only exist if we rotate and oscillate between shades of grey, between the darkness and the looming shadows that hollow us from inside.
By Hridya Sharmaa day ago in Chapters
Ten strange true stories (Part 2)
1_ The story of the king who died from a monkey bite King Alexander inherited the rule of Greece after the death of his father Constantine in 1917 AD. He was known for his great love for animals, and one day while he was walking his dog in Athens in a park called the National Park, a monkey attacked the dog, and when King Alexander tried to keep them away from each other، Another monkey bit the king's hand, causing him severe complications that kept him bedridden for nearly ten days until he died in 1920 AD due to a monkey bite.
By Mosap Homa4 days ago in Chapters
The Rise of Electric Vehicles
In recent years, the global automotive industry has witnessed a significant shift towards electric vehicles (EVs). This transformation is driven by the need to reduce greenhouse gas emissions, combat climate change, and develop sustainable energy solutions. As governments, corporations, and consumers increasingly prioritize environmental sustainability, the adoption of EVs is rapidly accelerating.
By Beauty Lovery4 days ago in Chapters
Assumptions - The Beginning- Chapter Four
Start at the beginning with the following link ___________________________________________ I heard the thud and clang of the metal door closing behind me. I was sealed out, not in, as I was eighteen months ago. Today was the first time I’d been outside the juvenile detention center since I was brought here the summer after ninth grade. Sure, me and the other inmates had yard time, but it was always supervised and never anything outside of the compound’s razor-electric fence.
By Izzibella Beau4 days ago in Chapters
Assumptions - The Beginning- Chapter Three. Content Warning.
Start at the beginning with the following link ________________________________________________ “Dude. You. Are. Fucking. Awesome.” Ash slapped me on the back. He was way more excited than I was about the whole football thing.
By Izzibella Beau6 days ago in Chapters
Assumptions - The Beginning -Chapter Two. Content Warning.
Start at the beginning using the following link ____________________________________ Standing here tossing a football with Brady brought back lots of memories. It was here, seven years ago when we were just five years old, that I secretly proclaimed my love for him.
By Izzibella Beau6 days ago in Chapters