Autumn is the season of goodbyes and welcome hugs. Painted in a myriad of red and brown it bides farewell to the sun welcoming the flakes of joy.
The time when tales are woven out of dreams, and myths travel. A reader's paradise and a writer's fantasy.
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Feb 16, 2024 07:58AM
Hi all, I am really sorry for going MIA; I just got caught up in other things. No, I haven't abandoned any of my works; the next chapter will be posted on Sunday, and I am trying to be back on my wee...View all Conversations
Stories by autmntales
Fibs and Fables
The whispers spread like wildfire: Murtasim Khan had proposed marriage to the Maliks. Though disguised as an...
Elysium
Betrayal always hurts. But when the traitor is your own heart, you can do nothing but follow its whims. And a...