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Her telegram hides how unsettling these days truly were. That week she wrote about stones arranged overnight, a shapeless figure shifting near the marsh, trees leaning inward, and a scorched clearing that stayed warm long after rain. #FictionThread

Kept to my walking routes today. The light shifted strangely near the copse, though it may only be fatigue. I found a small blossom Mother once noted. The grounds feel different as spring deepens. I’m trying to balance work and the estate. I think of you often. #FictionThread

In late May, Thalia’s journal shifts again. Her field notes grow more restrained on the page, yet the unease beneath them becomes unmistakable. She kept walking the estate, following small clues her parents left behind, even as the land began to feel unfamiliar. #FictionThread

Around this time Thalia wrote often about the eastern slope and the quiet along the tree line. Her notes sound cautious, as if she was trying to understand small shifts in light and sound before admitting they troubled her. These pages feel watchful, somehow. #FictionThread

Arrived safely at the estate. The house feels hollow without Mother and Father, no sign of them yet. The grounds are strangely warm for April, some trees leafing too soon. The quiet here feels different than remembered. #FictionThread

Steven wanted to fix it—YouTube tutorial style—but all he could do was listen. “Is there anything you need to say out loud?” he asked. #fictionthread

Thanks for reading Part 1 of "From Wahala to Wonder" Stay tuned for Part 2. #NaijaStories #FictionThread #FromWahalaToWonder #Fiction #AfricanFiction #writers #storytimethreads #flashfiction

"The door wasn’t there yesterday…" She stared at it — old wood, brass handle, no hinges. A faint hum pulsed from the other side. Somewhere, far away, something knocked back. #NeverEndingStory #WritingPrompt #FictionThread

Follow @After_Darkwords for more updates on Room 304 #DarkRomance #Fictionthread 🩶🧵

💬 Some men write their story into you like ink. And some… tear out the page. #JacobsWrites #FictionThread #RomanceDrama #WritersOfX

💬 There are stories you write because you want to... And stories you write because you have to. #JacobsWrites #FictionThread #WritersOfX #ShortStory

Her telegram hides how unsettling these days truly were. That week she wrote about stones arranged overnight, a shapeless figure shifting near the marsh, trees leaning inward, and a scorched clearing that stayed warm long after rain. #FictionThread

Kept to my walking routes today. The light shifted strangely near the copse, though it may only be fatigue. I found a small blossom Mother once noted. The grounds feel different as spring deepens. I’m trying to balance work and the estate. I think of you often. #FictionThread

Arrived safely at the estate. The house feels hollow without Mother and Father, no sign of them yet. The grounds are strangely warm for April, some trees leafing too soon. The quiet here feels different than remembered. #FictionThread

HYPOCRATIA — a fictional nation built for satire, storytelling, and world-building. Nothing here is real. Everything here is symbolic. Welcome to the land of contradictions. #Hypocratia #FictionThread

Around this time Thalia wrote often about the eastern slope and the quiet along the tree line. Her notes sound cautious, as if she was trying to understand small shifts in light and sound before admitting they troubled her. These pages feel watchful, somehow. #FictionThread

Selene just lost everything… and it all started with a lie wrapped in love. Read the emotional unraveling below. #FictionThread #DramaticRomance #EmotionalRead #WritersCommunity A thread

In late May, Thalia’s journal shifts again. Her field notes grow more restrained on the page, yet the unease beneath them becomes unmistakable. She kept walking the estate, following small clues her parents left behind, even as the land began to feel unfamiliar. #FictionThread

She only wanted to bring cookies home. Instead, she watched the world fall apart. 🍯 Luciana carries silence like armor — but hope may still find her in the storm. 🔗 Full story: [link] #Neomitos #Luciana #FictionThread #LiteraryDrama #TheAshesThatBindUs #ChildProtagonist

She lost everything the night the school burned. Now, trapped by a storm and the past she tried to forget, Valentina Rojas must face the ashes she never buried. 🔗 Full story: [link] #Neomitos #ValentinaRojas #FictionThread #EmotionalDrama #LiteraryFiction #TheAshesThatBindUs

My wife and I moved into a quiet neighborhood. Sweet old lady next door brought us cookies every Sunday. Two months later, we found out she’d been dead for 10 years. A thread 🧵👇 #CreepyStory #ParanormalTwitter #FictionThread