Dystopian

The Strike of Unexpected Lightning. Content Warning.
"The world now appears as if dressed in a new garment..." -- d.t. suzuki I keep asking myself: Who the hell am I? I'm nobody. I'm not special. I didn't ask for this (well, not per se). So why did it happen to me? I still can't explain it.
By Christopher Laine2 years ago in Chapters
The Power of Gratitude: Transforming Mindset for a Happier Life
**The Power of Gratitude: Transforming Mindset for a Happier Life** *March 19, 2025* --- ## **Introduction** In a world often focused on what is lacking, gratitude serves as a powerful tool for shifting perspectives and enhancing overall well-being. Scientific research has shown that practicing gratitude can lead to increased happiness, reduced stress, and improved relationships. This article explores the psychological benefits of gratitude, how it rewires the brain, and practical ways to incorporate it into daily life.
By ziad alsed2 years ago in Chapters
Glitchborn
The first construct lunged. Its body jittered between solid and fragmented, flickering like a corrupted file struggling to load. Eli barely had time to react before its clawed hand slashed through the air, distorting space as it moved.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Chapters
Glitchborn
The holographic skull-faced broker watched Eli with an intensity that made his skin crawl. The way he said, “You’re the lost piece,” felt less like a revelation and more like a sentence.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Chapters
Glitchborn
The entrance to the Under_Net was buried beneath layers of forgotten code, hidden in the ruins of an old corporate data hub.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Chapters
Vanishing Village
Deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest, there was a village called Tuhana. Unlike other settlements, this village had no recorded history—no maps, no mentions in ancient texts. It was as if it had never existed. Yet, travelers spoke of a place where strange lights hovered above the trees, and whispers filled the air at night. Dr. Marcus Hale, an anthropologist obsessed with lost civilizations, became fascinated by the rumors. He gathered a team of explorers and set out to uncover the truth. Equipped with modern technology and satellite maps, they ventured deep into the jungle, determined to find the village that the world had forgotten. The Journey into the Unknown The journey was grueling. Thick vines blocked their path, and the dense humidity made every step unbearable. Strange markings appeared on tree trunks—symbols that resembled no known language. At night, they heard distant chants, though there was no sign of human life. The deeper they went, the stronger the feeling that they were being watched. After nearly a week, they stumbled upon the village. At first, it seemed abandoned, but the structures were perfectly intact—huts made of stone and wood, arranged in a precise circular pattern. There were no signs of decay, no overgrown vegetation. It was as if the villagers had simply vanished into thin air. A Discovery That Defied Logic Marcus and his team explored the village cautiously. They found bowls of food left untouched, fires that had long since burned out, and even clothes neatly folded on wooden benches. Everything suggested that people had lived here recently. But where were they? In the center of the village stood a towering stone obelisk, covered in strange carvings. As Marcus traced his fingers over the symbols, a sudden gust of wind howled through the village. The ground beneath them trembled, and an eerie blue glow flickered around the obelisk. Then, they heard it—a whisper, soft at first, then growing louder. It wasn’t in any language they recognized, yet it felt… familiar. Marcus turned to his team, but their faces were frozen in horror. Shadows began to move within the huts, shifting and stretching unnaturally. The Vanishing Begins Again Panic set in. One by one, members of the team disappeared before Marcus’s eyes. They didn’t scream or run; they simply faded, as if being erased from existence. Desperate, Marcus backed away from the obelisk, his heart pounding. The whispers grew deafening. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the sound. When he opened them again, he was standing at the edge of the jungle. His team, the village, even the obelisk—everything was gone. There was no sign that the village had ever existed. The trees stood undisturbed, the ground unmarked. His equipment was still intact, but all his recordings and photos had vanished. The only proof he had was his own memory—fading with every second. Some Places Should Remain Forgotten Marcus stumbled back to civilization, trying to make sense of what had happened. He attempted to retrace his steps, but every path led to nowhere. The village of Tuhana had disappeared once again. No one believed his story. The expedition was written off as a failure, and soon, even Marcus began to question what he had seen. But at night, when the wind howled, he could still hear the whispers. Some places, he realized, were never meant to be found.
By SHAKIB2 years ago in Chapters
"The Awakening of Zerathis"
Chapter 1: The Search for the Lost City For centuries, historians and explorers searched for the legendary city of Zerathis, an ancient civilization said to have been swallowed by the desert. Myths spoke of golden temples, towering structures, and knowledge far beyond its time. But one fateful night, a massive sandstorm arrived, burying the city and erasing it from history. Most dismissed the tale as legend, but Dr. Evelyn Carter believed otherwise. As an archaeologist obsessed with lost civilizations, Evelyn spent years studying ancient texts and deciphering forgotten languages. Her research finally led her to a fragile, faded map that hinted at Zerathis’s location deep within the Sahara Desert. Determined to uncover the truth, she assembled a team and embarked on an expedition that would change history forever. Chapter 2: The Discovery Beneath the Sand After weeks of enduring relentless heat, dehydration, and sandstorms, Evelyn and her team reached the marked coordinates. At first, all they saw were endless dunes, stretching as far as the eye could see. Just as doubts began creeping in, Daniel, her assistant, stumbled over something solid beneath the sand. His foot struck stone. With renewed determination, they dug feverishly, uncovering a stone structure buried beneath the shifting sands. As the sand fell away, intricate carvings emerged—symbols unlike any they had ever seen. It was undeniable proof that Zerathis was real. Excitement turned to astonishment as they unearthed a grand staircase leading deep underground. The air grew cool as they descended, torches illuminating walls covered in mysterious glyphs. What lay beneath was beyond anything they had imagined. Chapter 3: A City Frozen in Time Beneath the desert lay an underground city, untouched by time. Streets of stone stretched into the darkness, flanked by towering statues and buildings still intact. Golden artifacts shimmered in the dim torchlight, untouched for centuries. The eerie silence made it seem as if the people had simply vanished in an instant, leaving everything behind. At the heart of the city stood a grand temple with massive golden doors. Something about it called to Evelyn. She approached cautiously, pressing against the heavy doors. They groaned as they slowly opened, revealing a vast chamber covered in ancient inscriptions. But what she found inside sent a chill down her spine. Chapter 4: The Hidden Warning of the Ancients The inscriptions spoke not of a natural disaster, but of something far more terrifying—something the people of Zerathis had tried to escape. They warned of "The Awakening." The city had not been buried by chance; it had been sealed away on purpose. Whatever lay within these ruins was never meant to be disturbed. Evelyn’s breath hitched. Had they just undone centuries of protection? Before she could process her thoughts, a deep rumbling filled the chamber. The walls trembled, and dust rained from the ceiling. The very air around them felt heavy, suffocating. Then the ground beneath them began to shake violently. Chapter 5: The Escape and the Buried Truth Panic erupted among the team. Cracks splintered through the stone floors, and statues toppled as the city seemed to awaken from its slumber. Evelyn grabbed Daniel’s arm and sprinted toward the surface, their torchlight flickering wildly as they ran. As she reached the entrance, she turned for one final look. The golden doors of the temple were slowly closing, as if the city itself was sealing its secrets once more. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, the sands began to pour back into the ruins, burying Zerathis once again. Exhausted and shaken, Evelyn stood at the edge of the desert, watching as the lost city disappeared beneath the dunes. The world would never know the full truth of what lay beneath the Sahara. Some lost cities, she realized, were meant to stay buried. ---
By SHAKIB2 years ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Forgotten Souls
hidden journal reveals the stories of forgotten lives. Samantha had always loved reading, but she never expected to find a story hidden within the walls of her own house. It was her grandmother’s house—old, dusty, and filled with relics of a past long forgotten. One afternoon, while cleaning the attic, Samantha stumbled upon an old, leather-bound journal. It wasn’t large, but its pages seemed thick with history. The journal was untouched for decades, its cover cracked with age. As she opened it, the words on the first page caught her eye: "These are the Chronicles of Forgotten Souls." Every chapter uncovers a mystery tied to a long-lost secret. The journal contained several chapters, each one dedicated to the life of a different person from the past. Samantha read about a woman named Eloise, who had once lived in the house with her family. But the more Samantha read, the stranger the stories became. Eloise had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers and rumors. The pages spoke of secret meetings, hidden rooms, and a treasure buried deep beneath the house. Each chapter was like a puzzle, slowly piecing together the mystery of her disappearance. But there was something more—something darker. The more pages they read, the more the past comes alive. As Samantha continued to read, she noticed that strange things began happening in the house. At night, she would hear soft whispers, as though someone was speaking just out of earshot. Footsteps echoed down the hall when no one was there, and the air grew cold in certain rooms. One evening, as she flipped through the next chapter, the words on the page seemed to shimmer. The story was of a man named William, a former servant of the family who had been wrongly accused of a crime. The chapter ended abruptly with the words: "And William’s vengeance will be the end of us all." Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a shadow passed across the room. Some stories are forgotten for a reason—but others demand to be remembered. The journal seemed to have a life of its own, as if the characters were reaching out from the past, trying to complete their unfinished tales. Samantha’s curiosity turned into obsession, and the more she read, the deeper she felt pulled into the stories of the past. But she soon realized that some stories were never meant to be told. Each chapter brought her closer to uncovering the tragic fate of Eloise, William, and the others—and the terrifying truth behind their disappearances. The final chapter was incomplete, with only a cryptic message left behind: "The final secret is buried where no one can find it, but you are the key to unlock it." With those words, Samantha understood. The stories weren’t just tales from the past; they were warnings. And now, she was the one who had to face the consequences of bringing them to life. As she closed the journal, the whispers grew louder, and the shadows seemed to move closer. Some secrets, it seemed, were never meant to be uncovered.
By SHAKIB2 years ago in Chapters
Shadows of Resentment
Chapter 1: A Dangerous Whisper The darkness draped over the small town of Millersville like a heavy fog. Lately, it felt as though the townsfolk were living under a malignant spell, filled with secrets, mistrust, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Among them stood Sarah Carter, a fearless journalist with a spirit like wildfire, igniting the mundane with her investigative flair. However, even she felt the chill creeping into her bones as the whisperings of discontent grew louder and more menacing around her.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Chapters
Fifth-Dimensional Phantom: The Reckoning. AI-Generated.
The Phantom's War Begins The rift pulsated with chaotic energy, a swirling abyss of deep purples and blues, as monstrous figures crawled forth from its depths. Their forms twisted and shifted, defying the very logic of space and time. Some had elongated limbs that stretched impossibly far, while others had eyes that blinked in and out of existence. The air itself trembled at their presence, reality struggling to accommodate their alien existence.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Chapters
The Fifth-Dimensional Phantom. AI-Generated.
The sky was unusually clear that night, and the stars shimmered like diamonds embedded in the heavens. For sixteen-year-old Ethan Carter, it was just another night in his quiet apartment on the ninth floor of a rundown complex in Brooklyn. His mother worked late shifts at a nearby diner, leaving him alone most nights. The sound of sirens in the distance was nothing new, and the occasional car alarm breaking the silence of the city was simply part of life. He had grown used to it all.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Chapters
Glitchborn
The neon glow of the ruined city stretched before them—hollow skyscrapers, broken billboards flickering with half-dead advertisements, and streets swallowed by shadows.
By Cai Fox2 years ago in Chapters