Short Story
The Vanishing: Continuation of The Mayor
Two police cruisers sat outside city hall. The officers were there to meet with the mayor. Helena had been gone for twenty-four hours. She officially was a missing person in the eyes of the law. As the mayor’s wife, hers was a high-profile disappearance.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 days ago in Fiction
Station 4 is Compromised
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** The sounds of the space station exploding are distant, but not as distant as they were 20 seconds ago. Tyquan flings the bay door open. Inside, just three more of his colleagues. Red shirts.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 days ago in Fiction
The Secrets Buried in Time. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Discovery In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled in the rolling hills of Vermont, life moved at a leisurely pace. The town’s charm lay in its historic buildings, friendly residents, and the sense of timelessness that pervaded every street. Among its residents was Emily Harper, a local history teacher with a passion for uncovering the past.
By Sherif Saad2 days ago in Fiction
veil girl
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Leila. Leila was known throughout the village as the "Veil Girl" because she always wore a beautiful, intricately woven veil that covered her face. The veil was a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation, and it was said to possess magical properties.
By ayesha nadeem2 days ago in Fiction
The Unseen World
Lena had always felt like she was destined for something more. Growing up in the small town of Eldoria, she found herself fascinated by tales of hidden worlds and ancient secrets. Little did she know, her life was about to take a turn far beyond her wildest dreams.
By Pavitradevi 2 days ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Symphony. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Harmonia, where music flowed through the air like a vibrant river, lived a young composer named Lysander. He possessed a rare gift — the ability to hear melodies hidden within the wind’s whisper and the city’s heartbeat. Each day, Lysander would wander the cobblestone streets, sketching notes in his mind as he listened to the symphony of life around him.
By Princess Quismundo2 days ago in Fiction
Learn from failure
The Art of Failure-Based Learning: A Path towards Resilience A young guy named Alex lived in the vibrant metropolis of Meridian, his aspirations stretching as far as the horizon. His ultimate dream was to launch his own tech firm. He had always had a strong interest for creativity and technology. Alex was full of enthusiasm and eager to take on the world after graduating from college with a degree in computer technology.
By Ayesha Ghaffar2 days ago in Fiction
Love Found in the Most Unlikely Places. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Daily Grind Lena Parker was used to the hustle and bustle of New York City. As a dedicated nurse at St. Mary’s Hospital, her days were filled with back-to-back shifts, emergency cases, and the constant pressure of making life-and-death decisions. Her job was demanding, leaving her with little time for herself, let alone for romance. Her daily routine was predictable: wake up, work, sleep, and repeat. The city that never sleeps had become a reflection of her life—constantly moving, never pausing.
By Sherif Saad3 days ago in Fiction
A Coupleton Love
In the small, picturesque village of Coupleton, love bloomed like the vibrant flowers that adorned every cottage garden. It was a place where love stories were as abundant as the ivy that climbed the stone walls, and every heart beat with a rhythm uniquely tuned to the melody of romance.
By ayesha nadeem3 days ago in Fiction
Message Me Afterwards. Top Story - June 2024.
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Fiction