Vishrut Gupta
Stories (3/0)
The Last Librarian
Ringworld's massive star cast a dull crimson glow through the smoggy haze, enveloping Nara's rundown neighborhood in a sickly twilight. She activated her outdated corneal implants, scanning the decaying facades of the buildings for the tenth time that week. Her eyes lingered on a worn holographic ad for Off-World Resorts—Former Earth Escapes!—its once vibrant promises now faded.
By Vishrut Gupta20 days ago in Fiction
City of Whispers: Where Magic Hides a Killer
The Foggy Streets of Penkhull. The mist sneaked through the twisting paths of Penkhull like phantom tendrils, muffling the sound of hooves on cobblestones. Somewhere, a crow cawed, its harsh cry breaking the eerie quiet. Tamsyn clutched her woolen cloak tighter against the damp cold as she hurried past the closed windows of the Crofter's Arms inn.
By Vishrut Gupta23 days ago in Fiction