Fiction

The Canvas of Dreams. AI-Generated.
Rida had always loved colors. Even as a child, she would paint the walls of her room with crayons, draw on scraps of paper, and mix colors in ways that her parents called “messy but interesting.” Art was her escape from the ordinary, a world where rules didn’t matter and imagination could run free. Yet as she grew older, she began to doubt herself. School focused on grades and strict subjects, and her paintings, no matter how heartfelt, were often dismissed as “just a hobby.”
By Sudais Zakwan7 minutes ago in Art
Clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop
The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday that no one remembered clearly. It wasn’t broken—every gear was clean, every spring obedient—but time simply refused to move forward inside it. That was The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday s why people came.
By Ibrahim Shah about 20 hours ago in Art
FUZZY BEAR
*Fuzzy Bear: A Hug You Can Trust* In a cozy little forest surrounded by tall trees, colorful flowers, and chirping birds, lived a teddy bear named *Fuzzy*. Fuzzy wasn’t like other bears—he wasn’t wild or loud. In fact, he wasn’t even real. He was a soft, stuffed bear with button eyes, stitched paws, and golden brown fur that was always warm, no matter how cold the night was.
By Ibrahim Shah 3 days ago in Art
The Color of Dreams
Leo had always loved to paint. Even as a young boy, he would spend hours with brushes and colors, creating scenes from his imagination. Some were bright and cheerful, others dark and mysterious. But in his small town, most people didn’t take art seriously. They believed it was just a hobby, something that didn’t matter.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Art
The Face in the Window
I noticed the face on the fourth night after I moved into the apartment. It was raining heavily, and the city lights reflected strangely on the glass. I had just finished dinner and was standing near the window when something caught my eye. For a brief second, I thought I saw someone staring back at me from outside.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Art
The Painter Who Captured Souls
The small gallery at the edge of the city was easy to miss. A faded sign swung gently in the wind, and the windows were streaked with dust, yet inside, it held a world unlike any other. Visitors said that stepping into the gallery was like crossing into a different time, a place where colors spoke louder than words and silence carried its own weight.
By Sudais Zakwan5 days ago in Art
House. AI-Generated.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her knees to her chest like if she made herself smaller maybe the world would feel less heavy pressing against her ribs. The room was loud with silence, the kind that hums in your ears and reminds you of every word you never said out loud. She wondered if people could see the cracks in her the way she felt them spreading, thin lines like glass about to give.
By Brittany Smith5 days ago in Art
Tom Morello: The Revolutionary Guitar Legend Shaping Modern Rock Music
Who Is Tom Morello? Born Thomas Baptist Morello on May 30, 1964, in Harlem, New York, Tom Morello grew up in Illinois before moving to Los Angeles to pursue music. He studied political science at Harvard University, a background that would later deeply influence his songwriting and activism.
By youssef mohammed8 days ago in Art
Actor Andreas Szakacs on AI Cinema as Szakacs Films Prepares Echoes of Tomorrow for May 2026
Szakacs Films is stepping further onto the international stage with the announcement of several new global projects, led by the upcoming feature film Echoes of Tomorrow, currently targeting a May 2026 release. The announcement reflects a broader creative shift for the company, signaling a deliberate move toward future-focused storytelling that engages with emerging technologies and contemporary cultural questions.
By Andreas Szakacs9 days ago in Art
The Garden of Echoes
In a hidden corner of the world, where the hills rolled like gentle waves and the skies hummed soft, endless songs, there lay a garden unlike any other. It was invisible on maps and seldom found by wandering travelers, yet those who discovered it spoke of it in hushed reverence—calling it the Garden of Echoes. Some claimed the garden listened, others said it remembered, and a few whispered it even spoke—but only to those who truly needed to hear.
By Omid khan12 days ago in Art
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of Wrenford, a small, mist-laden town where the fog curled like silver smoke along cobbled streets, there stood a shop older than memory itself. Its windows gleamed with brass gears, swinging pendulums, and clocks of every conceivable shape and size, all ticking in mesmerizing harmony. Above the door hung a simple wooden sign, etched in fading letters: Elias Thorne – Clockmaker.
By Omid khan12 days ago in Art
The Girl Who Walked Between Worlds
Liora had always felt the world around her was slightly askew. Born in the tranquil village of Kelmere, where the river gleamed like molten silver under the sun and the forest whispered secrets in the night, she never quite belonged. While other children laughed and played among the fields or learned the trades of their families, Liora wandered. She traced her fingers along the mossy bark of ancient trees, spoke softly to birds as though they understood her, and watched the stars with a devotion that made the elders murmur quietly in suspicion.
By Omid khan12 days ago in Art