I am who I am! Stories help connect readers with the author, giving them a glimpse of what is in the mind of the storyteller!
I am who I am! Stories help connect readers with the author, giving them a glimpse of what is in the mind of the storyteller!
The metallic hiss of the airlock seal broke the oppressive silence that had suffused the intergalactic outpost for years. The spaceship, a sleek black phantom against the infinite stars, docked with eerie precision, as if it had done so a thousand times before. Inside the vessel, Commander Rhea’s heart pounded in the quiet, her breaths shallow and deliberate. This place had a history—a dark one—an...
In the quiet hours of twilight, Alex sifted through the dusty boxes stowed away in the attic, each one a portal to a past they scarcely understood. Nestled among faded photographs and forgotten relics, a weathered journal emerged, its pages yellowed with age. Curiosity piqued, Alex flipped through its contents, stumbling upon the clandestine musings of a forgotten era.
The journal chronicled the ...
In the shadows, their breath quickened as they glanced nervously at each other. The urgency in the whisper spurred them into action, their hearts pounding as they slipped deeper into the darkness, each step fraught with uncertainty.
Their footsteps were muffled against the damp pavement as they navigated the labyrinth of alleys, dodging pools of flickering light. With every passing second, the we...
In the heart of the bustling city, towering skyscrapers loomed over the streets like giants of steel and glass. Cars honked incessantly, and people hurried along the sidewalks, lost in their own worlds.
But just beyond the city limits, a serene oasis awaited. Lush greenery stretched as far as the eye could see, with trees swaying gently in the breeze. The air was filled with the sweet scent of wi...
Don't wake in the world where the trees all died. That's what my grandmother always warned me about. She used to tell me stories about a time when the forests were lush and green, stretching as far as the eye could see. But now, all that remained were barren landscapes, where the only sound was the howling wind through skeletal branches. Despite her warnings, I always wondered what it would be lik...
In a small, secluded town nestled deep within the woods, there stood an old mansion, abandoned and forgotten by time. The townsfolk whispered tales of its cursed past, warning each other to steer clear of its crumbling walls.
Legend had it that decades ago, the mansion was home to a wealthy family who mysteriously vanished without a trace one stormy night. Since then, the mansion had been shroude...
Deep within the heart of a dense, foreboding forest, stood an ancient mansion, its once-grand facade now weathered and decrepit. Shattered windows adorned its walls like hollow eyes, and creeping ivy draped over its crumbling bricks. Despite the ominous warnings whispered among the locals, a group of intrepid adventurers dared to venture inside, drawn by the allure of the unknown. Among them were ...
Rules:
1. Each line must contain exactly seven syllables.
2. Use imagery associated with winter.
3. Incorporate a refrain that repeats every four lines.
4. Include a word with the letter "s" in every line.
Snowflakes dance in the silent night,
Whispering secrets in icy flight.
Cold winds whisper, a chilling breeze,
Winter's embrace, a silent freeze.
Crystal frost adorns each bough,
Sparkling di...
As I walked into my new college dorm room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with a touch of apprehension. I was eager to start this new chapter of my life, but there was one thing I hadn't counted on - my roommate turning out to be someone from high school whom I hadn't exactly seen eye-to-eye with.
"Hey there," a familiar voice greeted me as I stepped through the door. I turn...
In the multidimensional expanse of the Omniverse, where realms collide and realities intertwine, lies a tale unlike any other. Journey through the boundless landscapes of an alternate dimension, where the laws of physics dance to the rhythm of ethereal melodies, and the fabric of existence is woven with threads of pure imagination. Prepare to be transported to a realm where the boundaries of story...