Myth is the key, it can open any door.

That key is unique, I’m the only person owned.

I find it in the forest.

I’m not going to tell anybody....

Nikki was walking through the woods. It was early October, and the leaves of the trees decorated the ground with brown and gold. Evening was approaching. The only sound was the wind rustling through the branches of the trees. She was almost home when she stepped on something. Under her sneaker, she found a key. It was old and thick, hidden among the dry leaves.

“What?” she muttered to herself. The...

So this guy was in the year of 1873 and he had the barn that had all of his personal belongings in it but one day he dropped the to the barn key in the river and he never found it and the stress was going to kill him but seconds before he died he said "whoever find the key can have all of my possessions in that barn"and then he died so years later in 2025 a girl was just walking on a hiking trail ...

“Dude stop pushing me!” Jacob yells to Tony as they’re walking through the forest, the leaves of the autumn trees crunching loud under their boots. Jacob stands in front of Tony, facing him as he walks backwards, a wide smile across his face.

“But it’s sp funny to see you stumbled. You always look so scared to.” Tony says as he returns the same smile.

“Oh shut up.” Jacob stops his movements an...

Der Schlüssel im Park.

Er lag einfach da, der Schlüssel, lag im Laub. An der geheimnisvollen Stelle wo sich ein kleiner Pfad, der nur von wenigen entdeckt werden konnte befand.

Dieser Pfad führte zum Baum der Liebe.

Ich hatte mich dort eingetragen und musste auch immer wieder meinen herauswachsenden Namen erneuern, denn immer, wenn mein Name verschwand, verschwanden auch die, die ich liebte un...

The key sat near the garbage bags,

Half-buried in damp leaves,

It’s metal slick with something dark.

I shouldn’t have picked it up.

It was heavier than it should be,

As if it had been waiting,

As if it had a purpose.

I walked around my house to see which keyhole it fit in,

But none took the key.

Then I remembered,

“The basement.”

The basement door was locked.

I had never seen a keyhole before...

Grace Asop approached the house of the girl she co-worked with, Rocio Yani. Who stood beside her was another girl, named Nene Kusanagi. It’s been hours since Grace heard anything from Rocio. It’s almost been a full day. Yesterday after a fueled argument with the two, she stormed out, leaving Rocio to deal with whatever damage she had. But upon one of her friends saying she was nowhere to be seen, ...

In the cold breeze of Georgia’s blue ridge mountains, holds the most memorable fire department that has been there for over 40 years saving others no matter the cost and fighting harsh blazing fires. There was always one fire chief in particular who was praised for his dedication and bravery, the one and only Fire Chief Allen. He had been working as a firefighter for as long as he could remember. ...

I rubbed my index finger across the neck of the key, mocking Cameron with each stroke.

Cameron looked at the raging river behind me and took a panicky step forward.

“Hey! Backup or I’ll throw it!” I screamed, throwing my arm above my head with the key gripped tightly in my fist.

“Melissa fucking please!” Cameron cried, dropping his shoulders with defeat.

Ahh Cameron. That naive, stupid fucking...

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...