Whispers of the Forgotten
I didn’t ask to remember what no one else could. The visions come uninvited—flashes of a city that shouldn’t exist, voices calling my name in languages dead for centuries. Everyone thinks I’m just broken, another kid lost to trauma. But when the symbols I doodle in class start appearing on real-world buildings… I can’t deny it anymore. Something is waking up. And it knows I can see it.The chalk snapped in my fingers as I sketched the spiral again—unconsciously, like always. Ms. Tran’s voice droned about quadratic equations, but all I could hear was the hum beneath the floorboards. Then the lights flickered, and for a heartbeat, the classroom walls dissolved into towering obsidian arches covered in glowing script. My script.
A whisper slithered into my ear—not in English, but in something older, deeper. *"You are late, Conduit."
I gasped, knocking over my desk. Every head turned. Kai from three rows back locked eyes with me, his pupils dilated black. He mouthed two words: *"It’s happening."
The hum rose to a scream. Cracks spiderwebbed across the whiteboard, oozing silver mist. Students screamed, scrambling for the door—but it was gone, replaced by a yawning chasm leading into starless dark.
Kai lunged toward me, hand outstretched. Behind me, the teacher’s desk warped into an altar pulsing with light. A voice—my own, but not—urged: *"Jump. Remember. Lead."
Two choices tore at me: grab Kai’s hand and flee into the chaos of the school hallway… or turn back, step onto the altar, and finally see what I was born to remember.
Froshkid Yhung
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Love After Loss
I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.
Whispers of the Mysterious Land
You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.
Immortal Taoist
I feel the weight of centuries in my bones, though my face remains unchanged by time. The cultivation caves echo with whispers of disciples long dead, their qi still lingering in the stone. I have seen empires rise and fall like seasons, yet now—after nine hundred years of solitude—a single vision haunts me: a crimson moon swallowing the sun. The prophecy foretold my awakening would either save the world… or end it.
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