Mon’s short stories

Set Concept — “Origins: A World Born of Rhythm”

Nov 18th, 2025

“Across history… humanity survives through compassion.”

This set is a pilgrimage through time — a walk across the bones of the Earth, guided only by drums and memory.

We begin in darkness, where the first civilisations breathe themselves awake. Sumer, Egypt, Indus… the world still soft, still forming, speaking in flutes and whispers of forgotten gods. Then the fire of Greece, Thrace, Macedonia, Rome — the age where humans learned to name courage, to argue with the sky, to build identity from chaos and stone.
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The Inner Skyscraper

Nov 17th, 2025

The Inner Skyscraper: Notes from a Vibe Inspector

Imagine the human mind as a towering skyscraper, cloaked in mist.
A cathedral of consciousness—each floor a different echo of the soul.
You step inside not through the front door, but through invitation—
because you claimed to be a vibe inspector.
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Clarissa Pinkola Estes stories

Nov 17th, 2025

Skeleton Woman

Long ago, in the icy lands of the far North, there lived a girl whose father was a fisherman of terrible temper.
One day, during a violent outburst of rage, he dragged his daughter to the cliff’s edge and threw her into the freezing sea.

She sank beneath the waves.
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Beinsa Douno

Sep 8th, 2025

The Master loved the solemn silence of the morning—the moment of blessing before the Earth awakens. In those hours, the air is purest, refreshed and cool from the touch of the starry peace. The Master never missed the hours that belong to the great life, never missed the first ray of the rising Sun. During a morning walk, in conversation, the Master said:
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The beekeeper’s prophecy

Sep 15th, 2024

Once, in a time not so long ago, there lived a man whose presence was as steady as the earth and as radiant as the sun. He stood as a pillar of strength for his family, a guiding force for his sons, and a beacon of wisdom for his grandchildren. His name was Asen Djalev, and this man, this gentle yet unyielding soul, was my grandfather.

I remember him well—strong, commanding, with a gaze that could part the fog of uncertainty. He knew his values, and with unwavering conviction, he upheld them, never afraid to speak his truth or defend what was right. He raised his sons with a heart full of love, tempered by the iron hand of discipline. A gifted civil engineer by trade, and a humble beekeeper by passion, he was, above all, a loving father and grandfather. His life was a testament to purpose and perseverance, an inspiration that still flows through the veins of those who carry his name.
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Skeleton Woman