Historical

The Night the Stars Fell Into the Sea. AI-Generated.
On the edge of Miraan Coast, where the sea hummed like an ancient lullaby, lived a quiet fisherman named Arav. Every evening he pushed his small blue boat into the water, following the same rhythm, the same routine, the same tired hope that tomorrow might be better than today.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
Pangu Separates Heaven and Earth
In the beginning, there was no heaven and no earth—only a vast, swirling chaos, an endless egg of darkness and confusion. This was the universe in its infancy, and within it slept the giant Pangu, curled in silent slumber for eighteen thousand years.
By David cen3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Everyone in the quiet town of Eldenbrook knew Elias Thorn, the old clockmaker whose shop stood at the corner of Willow Street. The windows were always fogged with dust and time, and the shelves were filled with clocks—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, delicate sand timers, and curious contraptions no one had names for.
By Muhammad Mehran3 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Maker of Lyria
M Mehran Lyria was a town that did not sleep. Even at midnight, its narrow cobblestone streets glowed with strings of paper lanterns—blue for peace, yellow for hope, white for healing, and red for courage. But the most beautiful lanterns, the ones people whispered about, came from the workshop at the very edge of the riverbank, where an old woman named Sera lived.
By Muhammad Mehran3 months ago in Fiction
Winter in a Box
Sebastian is sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace, reading yet another book. The tall castle windows are covered by thick curtains, and outside, the snow-covered ground softens the sound of the wind and reduces the pressing darkness.
By Alessa Fen3 months ago in Fiction
The Maple Key
It began with a perfect day. The kind of autumn day that exists mostly in memory: the air was crisp, the sun was a gentle gold, and the maple trees in the park were a blazing cathedral of scarlet and orange. For Leo, a man whose life had become a grey blur of commutes and deadlines, it was a glimpse of heaven. As he sat on his favorite bench, a single, perfect, crimson maple key spiraled down and landed in his palm. He felt a jolt, a strange, static charge, and then… the world dissolved.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
America's Unsung and Unseen Occult Operatives. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
America’s Unsung and Unseen Occult Operatives: The Moonwatchers By: Liam Einhorn You’ve likely heard the stories of the brave souls storming the beaches of Normandy. You may have even heard of the famed Code Talkers, immortalized by Hollywood in the film Windtalkers. My pursuit into the supernatural sides of history—the ones the powers that be don’t acknowledge—led me to a dank basement, smelling of mildew and secrets. There, I learned of a group you haven’t heard of… a secret unit of the US military kept confidential even in whispers.
By Tales from a Madman3 months ago in Fiction
Thrice Damned
I drove my horses like a man possessed. We would be able to escape if the good Lord was with us. The wagon bounced and jolted over the rutted track through the prairie. I could help the compulsion to look back through the tunnel created by the wagon’s cover.
By Scott Roche3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Canyon. AI-Generated.
Evelyn Hart tightened her jacket against the biting wind as she stared into the canyon below. The rocks stretched in jagged formations, shadows shifting with the last light of the day. She and her two companions, Marcus and Lila, had planned a short hike, but now the trail ahead looked like a labyrinth carved by time and wind. The sky was turning a bruised purple, and the air smelled of dust, wet stone, and something faintly metallic.
By William Ebden.3 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Arrived After My Death
When Liam’s phone buzzed at 3:17 a.m., he thought it was just another spam notification. He almost ignored it—until he noticed the sender’s name glowing in the dark:
By Muhammad Kashif 3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
When Anna came the clock in the platform had struck eleven. It was now the evening before midnight and the station was almost deserted--only a janitor sweeping the floor covered with tiles, and a man sleeping on a bench. The cold made her breath cloudy as she stood looking down the tracks and their lines of silver becoming lost in the fog.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Shadows and the Chaos
I pulled the hood down, trying to cover my face and sink back into the shadows as the carriage entered the market square. If he saw me, he’d force me to spend the day with him. No amount of faux charm would change my opinion of this bastard. A day by his side would be the equivalent to a year in the dungeon.
By KA Stefana 3 months ago in Fiction