Mystery
Beneath the Pharaoh's Shadow. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Papyrus Reeds The Nile, a shimmering ribbon of life, snaked its way through the heart of Thebes, the grand capital of Egypt. The sun, a relentless tyrant in the midday sky, cast long shadows on the bustling marketplace.
By Sherif Saad4 days ago in Fiction
Best Way to Make Love And Get It Right To Heal
Even if discussing sex is still frowned upon, Medium’s safe space for discussion about it helps to rebuild confidence in writing and being open about one’s emotions. I just read an article the other day that addressed this same problem: many people believe that writing about sex and sexuality attracts attention and encourages engagement, but only those who have attempted writing about it are aware of how healing and helpful it can be. additionally from their hearts.
By Cm parihar4 days ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door (2 of 2). Content Warning.
*Author's note*: This is part 2! Please click here to read part 1. Content warning is for horror content "That's... not possible," Alex whispered, his eyes going as wide as mine. It was gone. The door was completely gone. The only thing that stood in its place was a blank wall. We were trapped. he walked up to the wall his hand lightly touching where the door had once been. "any chance you have your phone on you?"
By Natalis Wolf4 days ago in Fiction
Whispering Shadows
In the twilight hour, where the sun kisses the horizon goodbye, the world is awash with whispers of forgotten dreams. Shadows stretch long and thin, weaving a tapestry of mystery across the land. The day’s warmth lingers, a gentle caress upon the skin, while the cool breath of night begins its tender embrace.
By yerukalva reddamma4 days ago in Fiction
Missing Miracle Worker
My phone buzzed impatiently in my hand. Another missed call from Dr. Evans. It had been three hours since she'd left for a quick "equipment check" at the university lab before the conference. Three hours of rising panic gnawing at my gut. Dr. Evans wasn't one to miss deadlines, especially not this one.
By suren arju4 days ago in Fiction
The Derelict of Devil's Current: A Digital Quest for Clues. AI-Generated.
My phone buzzed on the desk, shattering the quiet focus of my design work. It was a notification from "Ocean Obsessed," a community forum I frequented for all things marine. The post's title was simply "Vanished Vessel in Devil's Current?" accompanied by a single, blurry photo.
By suren arju4 days ago in Fiction