A passionate writer and manager with a doctoral degree, I weave stories of faith, resilience, and unity. Bilingual in Spanish and English, I’m dedicated to honing my craft, inspired by love for reading and storytelling.
A passionate writer and manager with a doctoral degree, I weave stories of faith, resilience, and unity. Bilingual in Spanish and English, I’m dedicated to honing my craft, inspired by love for reading and storytelling.
Darius had lost everything: his job, his home, and now his dignity. Eviction had come swift and ruthless, leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back and his loyal dog, Maxie. Together, they wandered the city streets, cold and defeated.
Maxie, a scruffy, golden-haired mutt, trotted beside him, her tail wagging despite their dire situation. Darius envied his dog’s optimism.
“Look at us,” ...
On a crisp autumn evening, Lucas Henderson, an experienced hunter, trekked through the dense woods that crowned the shores of the Great Lakes. His family’s cottage stood nestled deep within these ancient groves, a haven away from city life. The lake’s waters, glimmering under the last slivers of sunset, whispered promises of solitude and peace.
Lucas had planned this trip for weeks, craving the q...
I didn’t know how I got there or when it happened, but suddenly, I found myself standing before a narrow path under the harsh glare of the midday sun. There was no way to turn back, no other route to take. On either side of the path yawned a great abyss, shrouded in an impenetrable light. No bottom was visible. The only choice was to move forward.
So, I walked. I couldn’t say for how long. My usu...
It started with a discovery I should have left alone. While unpacking in my new Victorian home, I stumbled upon an old, hidden door in the basement. Its edges were flush with the stone wall, and only a faint outline betrayed its existence. The cold, rusted handle resisted at first but then turned with a low groan, sending shivers up my spine.
Behind the door was a staircase spiraling into darknes...
In a forgotten kingdom shrouded in mist and myth, Prince Alaric was known not just for his wealth and beauty but for his peculiar aloofness and unpredictable moods. As he neared the age suitable for marriage, his parents, King Edric and Queen Isolde, became increasingly worried about his reclusive nature and refusal to meet any potential brides. Despite their efforts, Prince Alaric showed no inter...
The horizon stretched endlessly, a glassy expanse of water reflecting pale lightning. Asha stood motionless, her long coat shifting faintly in the charged air. The Verge, the edge of the world, was silent, timeless, and boundless, a place where reality thinned and shadows lingered.
Her silver staff hummed in her grip, the polished surface flickering faintly with each crackle above. She hadn’t com...
The times are strange, I know, and living in the countryside of this island only deepens the mystery. The peasants often tell stories about strange apparitions along this path, but until that night, I had walked it every evening without incident. I would ride my horse to visit my fiancé, who lives on the other side of the river ahead, and nothing unusual had ever happened, until that one summer ev...
As the sun crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, she strolled along the shore, the rhythmic pulse of the waves lapping at their feet. She had walked this path every morning, a comforting ritual that allowed her to lose herself in the serenity of the ocean. But today was different.
There, embedded in the sand like some ancient relic, stood an ornate piano, its intricat...
Every night, Uriyah would leave his small cottage at the edge of the ancient forest of Telmar, climbing the hill nearby to meditate and connect with the inner light of El Olam, which dwelled within him as a guardian of the Eternal’s light. As he clasped his hands in fervent prayer, his eyes would shine like two bright stars, illuminating the night with a holy glow. After his ritual, he would lay d...
As I held the key in my hand, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It was as if, suddenly, a door opened in my mind, and memories began to flow without stopping. I could see vividly those days when the sun shone with a unique intensity over my Caribbean island, and the sound of children’s laughter echoed through the dusty streets of my neighborhood. It was as if time had stopped just to let us live...