Dystopian

War in Iran: A Dangerous Turning Point
War in Iran: A Dangerous Turning Point The conflict in Iran has entered one of its most dangerous phases today. What began as targeted military strikes has now transformed into a broader regional crisis, raising fears of prolonged war, economic instability, and global security threats. Governments around the world are watching closely as tensions escalate, missiles continue to fly, and diplomatic efforts struggle to keep pace with fast-moving events.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Chapters
Karoline Leavitt
Karoline Leavitt: The White House Voice Behind Power, Passion, and Pressure Washington D.C. was never a place for the faint-hearted. Power moved quietly through its marble halls, and every word spoken behind the podium could shift global politics. But when Karoline Leavitt stepped into the role of U.S. Press Secretary, she brought something unexpected — youth, confidence, and a quiet fire that nobody saw coming.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Chapters
The Garden That Remembered Too Much
Rachel did not laugh. The word crystals hung in the air with a calmness that felt rehearsed— as if it had been spoken too many times
By Ibrahim 7 months ago in Chapters
Crystal Banaba - 6
Linda smiled at Rachel understandingly. “I know it’s hard to accept, when you are as young and full of life as you are, dear,” she said. “But believe me, we old people know when our bodies start failing and torturing us with pains and aches. Many have no option of ending the misery on their terms. I’m glad we have this option here.”
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Chapters
The Last Heir of the Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 10. AI-Generated.
“Every game has a piece no one sees…” “The one that decides everything.” The underground laboratory felt colder than before.
By Luke Dreayry7 months ago in Chapters
Dragon Horse. Content Warning.
Nikolaos washes his hands over the sink, but he stops mid-scrub when a blazing light flashes past the window. It disappears into the distance, somewhere behind the mountains around the glacial fields in the outskirts of the city.
By Wen Xiaosheng7 months ago in Chapters
Legacy Of Sacrifice In The Flames
Ali Larijani Will Live On Israel says they have killed Iran’s security chief, Larijani—the man who did a PhD on the philosophy of Immanuel Kant. The truth is: they may have only prolonged his life.
By Ibrahim Shah 7 months ago in Chapters
The Last Heir Of The Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 9. AI-Generated.
Far away from the restless city of Arlein… Beyond the highways, beyond the crowded towns, and far from the silent war unfolding inside the Van Declaoria family…
By Luke Dreayry7 months ago in Chapters
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had ‎BY: Ubaid I used to think strength was loud. It was the kind of thing you saw in movies—people standing tall, never breaking, never crying. Strength meant having all the answers, never doubting yourself, never feeling afraid. At least, that’s what I believed… until life proved me wrong. Because the strongest version of me? I didn’t even know it existed. It started on an ordinary morning that didn’t feel ordinary at all. My alarm rang like it always did, but I didn’t move. My body felt heavy, like something invisible was holding me down. The room was quiet, but inside my mind, everything was loud—doubts, fears, regrets. “You’re not good enough.” “You’re going to fail.” “You can’t handle this.” Those thoughts had been living inside me for a long time. I had just gotten used to ignoring them. But that day… I couldn’t. I sat up slowly, staring at the floor. My reflection in the mirror didn’t look like me anymore. It looked like someone tired. Someone lost. And for the first time, I admitted something to myself. “I’m not okay.” That sentence felt heavier than anything I had ever said before. Because saying it meant I couldn’t pretend anymore. For weeks, I had been trying to hold everything together—smiling in front of others, acting like everything was fine, convincing myself that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, I was breaking… quietly, invisibly. That day, something inside me shifted. Not dramatically. Not like a sudden burst of confidence or courage. It was smaller than that. Softer. But it was real. Instead of forcing myself to “be strong” the way I thought I should, I did something different. I allowed myself to feel. I cried. Not the kind of tears you quickly wipe away so no one notices—but the kind that come from deep inside, the kind that carry everything you’ve been holding in for too long. And strangely… it didn’t make me weaker. It made me feel lighter. That was the first time I realized something important: Strength isn’t about pretending you’re okay. It’s about being honest when you’re not. The days that followed weren’t easy. Nothing magically got better overnight. I still had bad days—days when getting out of bed felt like a victory, days when my mind tried to pull me back into that dark place. But now, something was different. I stopped fighting myself. Instead of ignoring my fears, I faced them. Instead of running from my problems, I took small steps toward solving them. And instead of expecting myself to be perfect, I gave myself permission to be human. One day at a time. That became my rule. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Just today. Some days, “strength” meant finishing all my work. Other days, it simply meant getting out of bed. And I started to understand… both counted. There was a moment—I remember it clearly—when everything truly changed. I was walking alone, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. For the first time in a long time, my mind was quiet. Not completely free of thoughts, but peaceful enough. And I realized something. I had survived. Everything I thought would break me… didn’t. The sleepless nights, the overwhelming pressure, the constant self-doubt—I had carried all of it. And somehow, I was still standing. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not confidently. But I was standing. And that’s when it hit me. The strength I had been searching for… was never something I needed to find. It was something I had been building all along. In every tear I allowed myself to cry. In every moment I chose to keep going. In every day I didn’t give up—even when I wanted to. That was strength. Not loud. Not obvious. But unbreakable. I used to think strength meant never falling. Now I know… it means getting back up, even when you’re not sure you can. And the most surprising part? You don’t always feel strong while you’re being strong. Sometimes, you feel scared. Sometimes, you feel lost. Sometimes, you feel like you’re barely holding on. But even then… you are stronger than you think. I am stronger than I thought. And maybe, just maybe… you are too.
By Ubaid 7 months ago in Chapters
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again BY: Khan There was a time when I believed I had everything under control. From the outside, my life looked steady—almost perfect. I had a job that paid just enough, a small circle of friends, and dreams that felt within reach. But beneath that carefully maintained surface, cracks had already begun to form. I ignored them, thinking they were temporary, something I could fix later. Later never came. It all started falling apart quietly. A missed opportunity here, a broken promise there. Then came the bigger hits—losing my job, drifting away from people I once trusted, and watching everything I had worked for slowly slip through my fingers. I told myself it was just a phase, that things would turn around. But they didn’t. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. I found myself stuck in a place I had never imagined—alone, uncertain, and overwhelmed. The silence of my room became louder than any noise I had ever known. It echoed with my doubts, my regrets, and the constant question: How did I end up here? Rock bottom doesn’t feel like a sudden crash. It feels like sinking—slow, steady, and suffocating. I stopped trying. I stopped believing. Even getting out of bed felt like a battle I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight anymore. Every plan I had made for my future seemed distant, almost laughable. I felt like I had failed—not just at life, but at being the person I thought I was supposed to be. One evening, as I sat staring at the ceiling, something shifted. It wasn’t a big moment. No dramatic realization or life-changing event. Just a quiet thought that crept in: If this is rock bottom… then there’s nowhere left to go but up. At first, I ignored it. It felt too simple, too naive. But the thought stayed. It lingered in the back of my mind, repeating itself until I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there. The next morning, I did something small. I got out of bed. That was it. No grand plan, no sudden burst of motivation. Just one small step. But it mattered. Because for the first time in a long time, I chose to move forward—even if it was just a little. From there, I started rebuilding my life piece by piece. I made a routine. It wasn’t perfect, but it gave my days some structure. I started taking walks, even when I didn’t feel like it. I reached out to people, even when it felt uncomfortable. I began learning new skills, slowly reminding myself that I was still capable of growth. There were setbacks, of course. Days when I slipped back into old habits. Moments when doubt returned stronger than before. Times when I questioned whether any of it was worth it. But something had changed—I didn’t stay down as long as I used to. I had learned something important at rock bottom: pain doesn’t last forever, but giving up can. So I kept going. I celebrated small wins—the first time I felt genuinely happy again, the first opportunity that came my way, the first moment I looked at myself and didn’t feel like a failure. These moments weren’t loud or dramatic, but they were real. Slowly, my life began to shift. I found new opportunities, met new people, and discovered strengths I didn’t know I had. I started to see my past not as a series of failures, but as lessons that shaped me. Rock bottom wasn’t the end of my story—it was the turning point. Looking back now, I realize something I couldn’t see before. Sometimes, you have to lose everything to understand what truly matters. Sometimes, you have to fall apart to rebuild yourself stronger than before. And sometimes, rock bottom is exactly where you need to be to find your way again. I’m not perfect. My life isn’t flawless. But I’m no longer the person who felt trapped in that dark place. I’ve grown, I’ve learned, and most importantly—I’ve risen. If you’re reading this and you feel like you’re at your lowest point, I want you to remember something: This isn’t the end. It may feel heavy right now. It may seem like nothing is going your way. But even in your darkest moments, there is a small part of you that still wants to keep going. Hold onto that. Start small. Take one step. Then another. Because rising again doesn’t happen all at once—it happens in moments, in choices, in the quiet decision to not give up. And one day, you’ll look back and realize that rock bottom wasn’t where your story ended. It was where it truly began.
By Khan 7 months ago in Chapters
In 5 years
About this story and my inspiration This story unfolds in a stark, dystopian future reminiscent of George Orwell's chilling narratives. It centres around a poignant romance, a genre that isn’t my usual forte, yet I’m determined to dive into it headfirst. The plot revolves around two lovers who find themselves amidst a battle for their fundamental human rights in a world stripped of freedoms and individuality.
By Aoife’s stories 7 months ago in Chapters
Ice Vs. Slavery
Comparing historical slavery in the United States with contemporary ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) detention requires a careful, principle-based approach. While these phenomena occur in different historical, legal, and social contexts, certain analytical dimensions allow structured comparison.
By Press Release 7 months ago in Chapters