Fiction
we sit in circle
We sit in a circle—no edges, no corners. We expand, but we never form a cube. It’s been us since we were three: scraped knees, curled hair, fights over fruit, stolen sweaters, sneaking out, first drinks, first paychecks. Each memory a fragment scattered across each other’s rooms, tied together by an invisible string. Pinky promises we actually kept. We fought through hell, even fought each other, but we always returned to the circle.
By pariza devani2 months ago in Art
Lost at Sea, Found in Love — The Ghost Continues
The journey back to Kwasikrom felt longer than the one that had taken him to Amanful. Each footstep felt like it carried a question: Was he returning as a man — or as a spirit finally ready to say goodbye?
By Rev Dr. Alexander Fenning-Sencherey2 months ago in Art
The Great Acorn Quest. AI-Generated.
In a lush forest, Scurry the Squirrel and Tumble the Turtle were unlikely friends. Scurry, with his boundless energy, darted up trees, while Tumble plodded steadily below. One crisp morning, Scurry discovered a map etched on a leaf, leading to the legendary Golden Acorn, said to grant one wish.
By Omar Mohammed 2 months ago in Art
Lion and Clever Rabbit
Once upon a time, in a vast, lush, and thriving forest, there lived a mighty lion. This lion was the undisputed king of all the animals in the forest. His strength and power made him feared by every creature. Every day he went hunting, and if any animal crossed his path, it became the target of his anger. No animal dared to come near him, and everyone thought that if the lion became angry, no one could possibly stand against him.
By darus sahil3 months ago in Art
The Talking Rooster
For centuries, villages have been known for their peaceful routines—morning sunlight, the rustling of trees, children running in open fields, and of course, the familiar sound of animals. But the small village of Noorabad became famous overnight because of something no one could have imagined: a rooster that could speak like a human. What started as a strange discovery soon turned the entire village into a place of wonder, chaos, and unexpected life lessons.
By darus sahil3 months ago in Art
The Painter of Hidden Sunrises
A reclusive painter woke before dawn to paint sunrises no one else witnessed. She hid the canvases under her bed, saying daylight did not need repeating. One morning, she found a stranger staring at one of her paintings. He had discovered it by accident and was weeping. “I didn’t know mornings could feel like forgiveness,” he said. From then on, she painted openly, sharing her work with anyone brave enough to knock on her door. Her sunrises became known not for their colors, but for the moments they helped people remember they deserved to start again.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Art
The Scream
Edvard Munch’s scream is another of my favorite paintings next to Nighthawks’. I have a T-shirt with The Scream 😱 by Edvard Munch. This painting is absolutely bright and incredible. It is a contradiction in a sense of warm colors, but a dark and deep theme. The Scream is the inner anxiety and torment of modern life and is as relevant today as the way Nighthawks are. In the Scream The dark figures represent anxiety and all the things we try to escape from and that is what the person who screams is a precise representation. The Scream is a masterpiece!
By Revista XCI by Rikki La Rouge 3 months ago in Art
