Epilogue

The Clockmaker’s Secret
The old clock shop stood at the corner of Market Street, a place most people passed without noticing. Its windows were dusty, its sign faded, and its doorbell gave a tired chime when pushed. Few knew the shop still existed, and fewer still knew its keeper: Mr. Thorne, the clockmaker.
By Rowaid5 months ago in Chapters
The Last Train Home
he station clock struck eleven, and the last train waited on the platform. Its headlights cut through the mist like watchful eyes, and the empty carriages hummed with a restless silence.
By Rowaid6 months ago in Chapters
Luna the Lopsided Lion
In the heart of Sunspot Savannah, where golden grass swayed with the wind and birds sang sweet songs at sunrise, lived a young lion cub named Luna. But Luna didn’t look like the other lions in her pride. Her left ear flopped down, her right one stood up straight. Her tail curled in a funny spiral, and her mane grew in all directions like a wild bush.
By Ahmad shah6 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom
The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket - but the kind that echoes. The kind that reminds you of absence. The kind that sits across from you at the dinner table and dares you to say something. Anything.
By Yvey Essen7 months ago in Chapters
So it's soon to begin
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds come out to dance with the blushing sky. An uplifting rhythm fills the air. However, once every ten years, the clouds part for the rhythm's source to escape the heavens. Just like the night is only weeks away. The village was overcome with anticipation and whispers about who they hoped would humble them with their presence on the arrival of their ancestors. However, one woman, in particular, spends her mornings under the sun's overwhelming energetic embrace as she eagerly polishes the steps for weeks before. Committed to please the heavens that she knows will never allow her the answers she so desperately craved, but brought such wisdom to all her fellow warriors. Was this her fate to forever watch as others grow and be reminded she was always only ever going to hold a Shaman's heart within, never have their blood run through her?
By NPR7 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
The Stranger on Platform
t was the summer of 2015 when Arman Malik, a 27-year-old civil engineer from Hyderabad, boarded a train that would lead him into a chapter of his life he could never have planned. A man known for his routine, his logic, and his unshakable skepticism toward anything unexplainable, Arman wasn’t the kind of person who believed in fate. But that changed one rainy afternoon on Platform 7 of Pune Junction.
By Farzad7 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle7 months ago in Chapters
''The Diamond Planet''
They found it beyond the Kuiper Belt, just outside Neptune’s orbit—a planet that glittered like a star but moved like a ghost. At first, astronomers thought it was a sensor glitch. No planet should shine like that, and certainly not reflect light like a faceted gemstone.
By farooq shah7 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
Go home and love your family
Go home and love your family, For the world outside is cold Vampires in suits, With smiles that never reach their eyes,
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
Epilogue
I feel like everything belongs to me and nothing belongs to me. I have all the control but I also take all the shifts. There is no resting. No reprieve. No overtime pay. No pay at all. No labor laws. Very little compassion. And, in my case, no strong arms to hold me in the middle of the night when it goes badly in my dreams. No one’s mind to help me solve the problem, and no single person who helped me generate this genetic code across this tiny little tribe.
By Suburban_Disturbance7 months ago in Chapters