It was twelve o’clock at night — a cold, dull night with no events, no news, and no sign of life in this old neighborhood. No laughter, no tears, nothing but a painful silence — the very essence of nothingness. A feeling too vague for the mind to grasp, yet so heavy that it filledContinue reading “When the Sea Speaks at Midnight — The Purple-Eyed Bird”
Tag Archives: short-story
Are You Really Alone? Maybe Not.
You sit alone in your room at night—maybe studying, working, thinking, watching a movie, or just getting ready to sleep. Suddenly, you begin to feel watched. You don’t know why. Your mind whispers, “I’m not alone. There’s something here with me.” You smile foolishly and say, “Come on, stop it. You’re imagining things.” But then—aContinue reading “Are You Really Alone? Maybe Not.”
WEIN 