Part 1
The Harvest Gathering
You ever notice how some paths just appear in the fall? Not hiking trails or park routes, but the kind that seem to show up only when the air turns sharp and the trees start to whisper. The kind that feel like they’re waiting for you to notice them.
By Shai Anderson4 months ago in Chapters
The Banker
In the modern economy, finance is often described as the lifeblood that keeps businesses, governments, and individuals thriving. Behind the numbers, charts, and market fluctuations lies a complex network of decision-makers, institutions, and systems that shape the flow of money. At the center of this world stands the banker—a figure who has long been viewed with both admiration and skepticism, often embodying the very essence of financial power.
By Sheikh Suffyan4 months ago in Chapters
Waves
I believe people should get a proper send off when they leave this world, so I say my farewells on the beach, with castles made of sand and flying colors in the sky. My dad’s send off was my second one doing it my way, rather our way— I said goodbye to Elizabeth in the sky from the sand; I said goodbye to my dad in the sand and water.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
It was two o’clock at night. The narrow streets of the small town Noorabad were deserted and silent. The cold wind shook the branches of the trees, and dogs were barking somewhere far away. But suddenly, that silence was shattered by a blood-curdling scream. The scream was so terrifying that it felt as if someone’s soul was being crushed. Hearing it, a few neighbors nervously opened their windows, but the darkness was so deep that nothing could be seen. Moments later, the scream stopped. Only the sound of the wind remained. By the next morning, the entire town was in chaos. The news had spread: Anwar was dead — the same Anwar who ruled over the whole town with an iron fist. People hated him, yet they feared him. His body had been found in the garden of his bungalow. On his face were signs of horror, as though he had seen something at the moment of death that was beyond description. Aliya, a reporter for the Noorabad Gazette, arrived outside the bungalow early in the morning. Cameramen, journalists, and police had already gathered there. “Was this murder or an accident?” “Did Anwar’s enemies finally take revenge?” “Was that horrifying scream his?” People kept asking questions, but no one had the answers. Aliya pulled out her notebook and began taking notes. One thought kept echoing in her mind: “This isn’t just an ordinary story… there’s something hidden behind it.” At that very moment, her eyes fell upon a man standing away from the crowd. Tall, with deep eyes, and a strangely serious expression. Unlike the rest, he wasn’t making noise; he was silently observing everything Aliya froze for a second.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
Liberty or Death! 1/4. Content Warning.
Author’s Note: I am about to tell you a series of lies about people who never existed, places they never were, things they never did, and thoughts they never had. Lies about things that never happened, and the consequences that never resulted from them.
By Alexander McEvoy5 months ago in Chapters
