Arshad Mecci
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Stories (63/0)
Ripples Across The Universe
On a moonless night, where sea and sky melded into one vast, dark expanse, two lovers found themselves wrapped in an embrace that defied the fleeting nature of stolen moments. Glen, lost in the intimacy of that embrace, couldn't discern where the horizon met the sea. The water beneath the boat seemed to dissolve the boundaries of his reality, leaving him suspended between the depths below and the vastness above.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
Hands of a Sailor
I settled into my seat across from Dobie, captivated by the glint in his eye as he began weaving his tale of surviving the treacherous Turtling hurricane. While I suspected some embellishments were at play, I was eager to hear the story of a seasoned raconteur. The starry night sky above, the warm breeze against my cheek, and the gentle rocking of our ketch in the tide's ebb created the perfect ambiance.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
Journey Back by Staright
In the muddy trenches of France, 1918, Lance Corporal Horace Yule felt an unsettling weight on his boots. It wasn't just the cloying mud but also the dried blood of another soldier. Despite his best efforts, the stains resisted his attempts to remove them. A plump rat darted past him, sending shivers down his spine. These discomforts, however, were trivial compared to the impending danger. Nightfall was approaching, and soon Horace and his comrades would venture into no-man's land to raid the German trenches.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
The Story of False Gods
The ship's log would go down in history stating that Captain John Tanner was the first to set foot on the newfound lands. But history, as often noted, can be more fiction than fact. Tanner was a pragmatist, a man who valued survival over the hollow ideals of bravery and honor. His crew, largely made up of convicts and misfits pressed into naval service, would describe him as reliable, though this praise was given cautiously, devoid of further embellishments.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
The Eclipse that Almost Wasn't
Elisa Jones had always harbored a deep desire to witness an eclipse, a passion kindled by her father, James. He would often share tales of the 1989 eclipse in Baja, Mexico—a journey etched in her father's memory. Although she was merely two at the time, her father would recount every detail of their family trip to witness the celestial spectacle.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
The Perfectionist's Eclipse
The director was infamous for his perfectionism, a trait that constantly irked his crew. He demanded take after take, striving for nothing less than perfection. Now, with his most promising film nearing its end, they faced their final night shoot, set in the desert on the roof of a car, featuring a boy and a girl.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
The Lucky Star
The portal had betrayed him once again. But this time, Professor Gregory Reyvannes was fortunate enough to find himself near a beach rather than a pit of quicksand. With a sigh of frustration, he waded out of the azure waters onto the soft sands of a glowing island. "You can't escape me," he muttered, shaking the water from his coat.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
Adventures in Space
In the vast expanse of the universe, a realm teeming with enigmatic wonders that remain largely uncharted, a sleek spaceship zoomed through at hyper-speed. It carried two intrepid explorers: Captain Finnian, the fearless space photographer renowned for capturing the universe's unseen beauty, and his devoted assistant Quixly. Fresh from their triumphant return from their inaugural expedition, where they garnered both fame and accolades, the insatiable wanderlust that afflicts every true adventurer beckoned them once more. With heartfelt farewells to their loved ones, they embarked on another voyage, seeking unseen vistas and unphotographed spectacles.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction
All the Signs
Detective Arthur Winson leaned over the lifeless body, exhaustion weighing down his Capricorn nature that could withstand days without sleep. The man before him was short and rotund, devoid of any visible injuries. Yet, the black veins streaking up the man's neck and onto his cheek screamed Scorpio poisoning—a telltale sign.
By Arshad Mecci27 days ago in Fiction