Stream of Consciousness
SYMPHONY OF THE SEA's SECRETS
Once upon a time, nestled amidst craggy cliffs and the undulating waves, there dwelt a young maiden named Maya in a quaint coastal hamlet. From her very first steps, Maya felt the lure of the sea coursing through her veins. The salty zephyrs tousled her locks, and the distant wails of seagulls wove into the tapestry of her dreams.
By Yannick Simo2 years ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF THE WHISPERING WOODS
In the heart of the kingdom of Eloria, nestled between the towering peaks of the Misty Mountains and the shimmering waters of the Silver Lake, lay the Whispering Woods. This ancient forest was not like any other in the realm; its trees were more than mere flora, for they were sentient beings, guardians of an ancient wisdom that flowed through their roots like veins of precious gemstones.
By Yannick Simo2 years ago in Fiction
INYANI (THE TRUTH) - RAPHADU MAPHOTO
Firstly, Thank you for the opportunity to present this drama series to you. I pride myself in creating meaningful work that not only creates awareness but work that is catalyst to change. And I believe this is urgent and necessary work to building a more conscious “woke" South Africa .
By Raphadu Maphoto2 years ago in Fiction
A Good Wife
John, a young man with a heart as warm as the summer sun and a work ethic that rivaled any, craved nothing more than a life brimming with happiness. After a whirlwind romance that blossomed into a beautiful love story, John married Anna. Their initial days were painted with the vibrant hues of newfound love, a melody of shared laughter, and whispered dreams. However, the vibrant colors soon began to fade, replaced by a dull, monotonous gray that threatened to engulf their lives.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
City Love's Harmonious Trials
In the heart of the city, where the urban pulse never truly sleeps, lived a couple named Emily and Jake. Their love story was like a complex melody, filled with highs and lows, harmonies and dissonances. They were navigating the testing grounds of relationships, where the symphony of emotions played out in unexpected ways.
By Mohamed Taha2 years ago in Fiction
In The Name Of
In The Name Of Security They’ve always called me too sensitive, always ready to take everything personally. And what of it? They are right, of course, but need they proclaim it to me as a sin, as failing some test? They say it to be insulting, as a way for me to “man up”, and quite naturally when they called me thin-skinned I would take offense, somewhat because of the sudden pride that swelled in their minds for having discerned my character or from placing me below them on the totem pole of human reasoning.
By John Anthony2 years ago in Fiction









