Horror
The Clock: A Tale of Time and Mystery
I don’t know what’s my title. I don’t know where I am from. I don’t know if I have a domestic, if I have a family, if I have parents/siblings/pets/spouses/kids. What I do know is what’s going to happen tomorrow. And it's not something I see forward to.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: A Whisper in the Network
The alley wall map pulsed with a dim glow, warping its surroundings and throwing skewed shadows across the rain slick ground. In the center was the word “Nexus,” sweet-talking like a promise or a harbinger. I hesitated, the gravity of what I had seen weighing on my mind. This wasn’t just some glitch, one of those annoying coincidences or a bug buried in the sprawling digital ecosystem of Neo-Aurum. It was deliberate.
By Vinay Singh2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 1: The Shimmering City
Neo-Aurum. Just the name felt like a promise, a half-whispered echo of some gilded future. I stayed on my balcony of the apartment, ten stories high above the jangle of the spinning city on the hundredth floor, daring to look out at the after-the-fact sparkle of the city’s bright effulgence against the night. But the city was more than beautiful, it was alive, an animate thrumming of hyper-advanced tech and glowing holographic advertisements and the cold, iron-fisted wisdom of Titan, the all-knowing, all-seeing AI overlord of the city. Or so we were told.
By Vinay Singh2 years ago in Chapters
End Of Man: Chapter 1, Jack
Chapter 1: Jack The surreal feeling that accompanied staring at the elevator doors washed over Jack. The methodical "dinging" of the elevator approaching his floor echoed through his mind. Jack Tarrant used to work in this office building. "Used to" even though he was standing on the 9th floor waiting for the elevator to arrive, because he'd just been laid off in this wave of "strategic budget optimization", his useless wad of a supervisor had called it.
By Chris Santiago2 years ago in Chapters
Stranded on the Frozen Edge
The endless expanse of icy water stretched to the horizon, as the winds howled and the freighter, *The Northern Star*, groaned in protest. Somewhere in the remote Alaskan waters, cut off from civilization, the ship had broken down. Its engines sputtered and died two days ago, leaving the crew stranded on a drifting, deteriorating hunk of metal.
By Usman Zafar2 years ago in Chapters











