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The Haunting Silence
The town of Crestfall had always been known for its picturesque landscapes and tranquil atmosphere. Nestled deep within a valley, it was a place where time seemed to stand still. But beneath its serene façade lay a secret that had haunted the town for generations—a silence that seemed to swallow all sound and drive its inhabitants to madness.
By Fortune2 years ago in Fiction
The Beauty, The Beast.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there existed a tale as old as time. In a land full of magical wonders and enchantments, there lived a beautiful young woman named Isabella. Isabella was known far and wide for her captivating charm and radiant smile that could light up even the darkest corners of a room. But behind her striking appearance, Isabella carried a heavy burden. She was cursed to live as a beast during the day and only transformed into her true self at night. As the sun set over the horizon, Isabella's animalistic features began to fade away, revealing her delicate form and captivating beauty. It was during these precious nighttime hours that she longed to be free from the shackles of her curse and find someone who could truly love her for who she was, inside and out.
By Lulua🍀.2 years ago in Fiction
A Forest of Thorns
King Hubert stands at the large window in his bed chamber, watching as the sun sinks slowly towards the horizon. It is one of his lucid days, one of few the Divine sees fit to grant him, and worry twists his gut. Years ago, when the enchanted sickness had first begun to take his faculties, Hubert abdicated his throne to his son Florian; now during his lucid moments, he often stares at the horizon, thoughts full of the past.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Symphony
The Forgotten Symphony Daniel King was very much regarded in the scholarly local area, a famous brain science teacher with numerous honors and renowned books in his possession. He had forever been interested by the intricacies of the human brain, especially view of the real world. Until one day, he found, he turned into his own contextual investigation.
By Eiman Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Juxtaposition
The roar of motorcycle engines echoed through the normally quiet valley, alerting the villagers to the potential chaos about to arrive. Most residents hoped the riders would pass through without stopping, but a few waited anxiously for them to arrive. Members of the village clan felt visitors during the summer solstice was a sign not to be overlooked.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
A Girl Who Sang the Blues. Content Warning.
Blueish smoke hung low over the circular tables before the stage. Dim light glittered in every eye as they watched the singer finish her song. It was haunting, beautiful, and it captured the heart of everyone who heard it. Every heart but one.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
Tongue Tide
I’ll never forget the TV anchorwoman’s words to the only survivor of the plane crash: “Please tell us, in your own words, what happened next.”
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark of the Woods. Content Warning.
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “A young woman clad in a deep blue dress loomed in the second story window. Flecks of maroon liquid shimmered with the flickering light. Her hands trembled as she turned the latch and swung open the panes.
By Kevin Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Geistermädchen (Ghost Girl)
A soft scraping, issuing from somewhere, just on the outer side of the bedroom window, skree-eeee, skree-eeee, was just barely audible, but it jolted the girl like a boom. The branches outside of the Eads house had often brushed up against the window, but the pale-blond girl had snapped them off of their parent tree, on the previous day, in preparation for this event. It could not be them.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Curtains
From the official report of Inoue Noburu, Cartographic Service-Division 74ZZ+3, [DATE]: My first thought, when I viewed my orders, ran to this: Which shall it be: death in a painless flash, before I set foot on solid ground? Or one of painful increments, once I step outside of my ship?
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Moxie in "Midnight For Everybody!"
Nico Orsini’s last thoughts, as he faced imminent death, were of Myrna Loy, on whom he had bestowed the honor of being, “The greatest dame alive.” He sang her praises, to friends and family alike—until they were so bored by his devotion, he suspected that it might even have hurt her box-office in the greater New York City area!
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Afterlife
I am the bearer of bad news. You are dead. Your afterlife will be spent out here in the coldness of space. Go ahead. Look around. Doesn’t the earth look so beautiful from up here? So serene. So blue, so abundant with water.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction