Historical
The Ghost of Hacienda de Nogueras: Forbidden Love and a Mystery to Solve
Hacienda de Nogueras, now converted into a serene cultural center in the heart of Colima, holds within its adobe walls and colonial arches a secret that transcends time. I first arrived on an October evening, as an art student seeking inspiration for my final project. What I didn't imagine was that, in those hallways where tourist visits and cultural workshops now echoed, I would find the traces of a tragic love that still awaits its redemption.
By diego michelabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
The Ghost on the Map: My 2,000-Mile Journey to a Paris That Isn’t There
If you type "Paris" into Google Maps, the algorithm will dutifully drop a pin on the City of Light. It will show you the winding Seine, the star-shaped sprawl of the Place de l’Étoile, and enough crêperies to feed a small army.
By George Evana day ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit2 days ago in Fiction
I'm Ready: Love More to Be More
A CyberPunk De-claration of Love We are in grave crisis as these dark times, testing our souls and will to exist. We, the New Post Bred, have learned from the CyberPunks that we are really just part of the electronic and part human in the savage jungle of life. Thriving in multi-realities known as cyberspace, which exists as an extension of our electric minds or our virtual multiverse of life.
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS3 days ago in Fiction
Patriots. Expatriates.
The white china cup clattered against the serving plate as the train hit a soft bump. He stared glassy-eyed as the coffee within swirled. Mountains flitted by his window, their gray dominance only interrupted by the lush green landscape at their base.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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⚡🌵↯~Located in the Mule Mountains of southern Arizona is the Sonoran desert. In the Year of Our Lord 1880, troves of minerals & metals were discovered in that rocky terrain by a prospector named Judge DeWitt Bisbee.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 days ago in Fiction
