Adventure
The Library of Unread Lives
The library has no doors. This is the first thing they tell you, though by the time you understand what it means, you have already stopped looking for exits. The corridors shift when you aren't watching. The shelves breathe. The books do not gather dust because dust implies time, and time is the one thing this place does not traffic in.
By Muhammad Sabeel4 months ago in Fiction
She Was Warned...
The first man I turned to stone was my supervisor. I didn't mean to. It was the Tuesday after the holiday party, and Marcus had cornered me in the supply closet between the toner cartridges and the recycling bins. His breath smelled of the cheap bourbon the company provided, and his hands smelled of the hand sanitizer he used obsessively between meetings. Both smells would haunt me for years. Both smells would become, in my memory, the exact scent of entitlement.
By Muhammad Sabeel4 months ago in Fiction
The Ghosts of a Forgotten Town Part 1
We were eating at the back of the diner when it all started. And by “diner,” I mean the six tables in the back of the grocer’s. You can even shop, pay for your ingredients, and hand them off to the cook, and she’ll whip something up for you. It’s a nice change from your own cooking, or your Ma’s cooking. Or, in the McAllister’s case, your Da’s cooking.
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human on Earth Receives a Radio Signal
The End of Humanity By the year 2147, Earth had become silent. Cities still stood beneath the sky, their skyscrapers untouched by war and their streets free from traffic, but humanity was gone. Some had left the planet aboard massive colony ships. Others had perished during the decades of environmental collapse and global pandemics that followed. In the end, only one person remained. His name was Ethan Cole, and for nearly three years he had lived alone on a deserted Earth, maintaining the systems that kept the planet's automated infrastructure running. Every day felt identical to the one before it. Every night reminded him that he was the last human being alive.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
A World Where Memories Are Sold Like Products
The Store on Every Corner The year was 2089, and memories had become the world's most valuable commodity. Every major city contained Memory Markets where people could buy, sell, trade, and experience memories just as easily as purchasing groceries or clothing. Wealthy customers bought memories of exotic vacations they had never taken. Students purchased years of expertise before important exams. Some people even collected memories like antiques, storing thousands of experiences inside personal digital vaults. What had once been considered impossible was now an ordinary part of daily life. In this new world, experiences were no longer limited to the people who lived them.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
I fell for a man who makes my nose bleed
I first saw him when I was boarding the plane. He stood out in the middle of a packed airport. Bright red, traffic-light hair, pale skin, and uneven freckles speckling his cheeks. Long trench coat thrown over a tee and shorts. Head buried in a dog-eared copy of Dracula. I saw him again on the plane.
By Muhammad Sabeel4 months ago in Fiction
