Series

Letters from the Rain – A Love Beyond Time 💌
They say love can survive distance, time — even death. I used to think that was just poetry. Until I met her… and the rain became my reminder that some stories never really end.
By Naimat ullah4 months ago in Fiction
Freewheelin' Musings
Summer days are gone. Gone is the smell of suntan lotion. The smell of the sea breeze remains in my memory. Farewell summer, I'll miss you until next year.
By James Staskus4 months ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The days on Hope passed in a blur of strange beauty and quiet unease. The crew had begun to map the surrounding terrain: smooth hills of silver grass, still lakes that reflected twin suns, and soil that pulsed faintly beneath their boots. Every reading they took made less sense than the last.
By Emma Fischer4 months ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The year was 3857, Earth had fallen silent. Once blue and alive, it now hung in space like a rusted coin dry oceans, burned skies, cities swallowed by dust. Humanity had taken everything it could from its cradle and left behind a lifeless shell. For centuries, people drifted through the dark in giant space stations, praying for another home. And then they found one. Four hundred seventeen years away, hidden behind a dying red star, astronomers detected a planet. Its atmosphere shimmered with oxygen, its surface glowed faintly with oceans and clouds. The data was impossible to ignore. Humanity called it Hope.
By Emma Fischer4 months ago in Fiction
Reunion with the French Flower
The Case Minister was quite right: something had to be done about “the Paris situation” — a masterpiece of euphemistic language, Ellis thought. Speaking plainly, it would be more accurate to refer to the “imminent disaster in Paris”, but that wasn’t how the upper brass delineated their views. The Time Bureau did not promote alarmists to the upper brass, reasoning that if something had already happened, it could no longer constitute an imminent anything.
By Eric Wolf4 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 38
TUS NUA – ch 38 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) The next morning, there was enough movement around Tus Nua to have one think of a minor hurricane.
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
Reflections of the Lake
The bus stopped with a jolt. Ethan Ward stepped down, his notebook tucked under his arm, and looked around. The lake was bigger than he had imagined — silent, silver, and endless. The mountains behind it looked like sleeping giants.
By Ghanni malik4 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Village
The road had been empty for hours. Daniel Gray adjusted the rearview mirror, staring at the endless ribbon of dirt stretching ahead. His GPS had stopped working twenty minutes ago, and now even the signal bar was gone.
By Ghanni malik4 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 37
TUS NUA – ch 37 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Finola smiled at Nora and remarked, “Well, daughter, it seems as though our new guest must either be filthier than we thought or he’s thoroughly enjoying the hot shower.”
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
Journal '89: The Veilwood Manuscript
Journal '89 Entry #174 It happened again today— one of those strange dreams that make me feel as if I’d been ripped out of my timeline and woken in another.
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Fiction
The Train I Almost Missed. AI-Generated.
The 7:45 train was late again — just like it always was on Mondays. The platform was crowded with tired faces and the smell of burnt coffee. Everyone looked impatient, as if being late was the greatest tragedy of their day.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message
The Last Message It happened on an ordinary Tuesday. Ethan was halfway through his morning coffee when his phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a name that stopped his breath — Lily.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction