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The Wage Slave’s Manifesto 4 (STORY)
— — Chapter 3 << >> Darkness Beyond The Ice -Volume 2 (Sequel) ### **The Fracture** The Quantum Core’s explosion sends shockwaves through New Corinth. Skyscrapers flicker as the **Corporate Credit System** dissolves into static. Millions watch their DebtTrackers reboot to **“CCS: ERROR”** — a beautiful, terrifying void. In the streets, Enforcer drones short-circuit, and laborers smash Praetorian logos with stolen rifle butts. But freedom is a fragile thing.
By Ethan Cole2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows'
The Whispering Shadows In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where the sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, there lay a small, forgotten village. The villagers called it "Eryndor," a name that had been passed down through generations, though its meaning had long been lost to time. The people of Eryndor lived simple lives, tending to their crops, raising their livestock, and trading with the occasional traveler who dared to venture into the depths of the forest. But there was something peculiar about Eryndor, something that set it apart from any other village in the world.
By Mosap Homa2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.7: The Devil Serenity
Begin at Chapter 1.1 Click here to jump back to Chapter 1.6 An elegant, white-forward restaurant. Six-person round tables cover the spacious venue, perfectly set for high-roller patrons. Money equates to power-type, pretentious men and women passing those shitty qualities down to the next generation of snobby elites.
By Donnie Barlow2 years ago in Fiction
The Three Laughing Monks
In ancient China, there were three old monks whose names have been lost to time. Known only as the Three Laughing Monks, they traveled together, bringing joy wherever they went. Their daily ritual was simple: they would arrive in a village or town, stand in the main square, and begin to laugh. Gradually, their infectious laughter would draw in locals and passersby, creating a joyful crowd that laughed along, filling the air with happiness.This laughter was their unique form of teaching; they never spoke a word, yet their message was clear—life should be celebrated and embraced as a wonderful opportunity to find joy. They were beloved figures throughout China, admired for their ability to spread happiness without uttering a single directive.
By Ugwu Gabriel chidiebere2 years ago in Fiction
“The Memory Tree”
In the heart of a small village was an old tree, known as a tree of memory. Its branches stretched and its roots passed deeply, holding the murmur of past generations. Village residents believed that if someone put their hands on the bark and share his memory, the tree would hold it forever. And on quiet days, you can hear these echoes of memories when the wind tricks the leaves. A young boy named Elias arrived in the village with his grandmother, leaving behind everything that he once knew. He felt inappropriate, watching how other children play while he was sitting alone under a tree. One evening, his grandmother joined him and carefully put his hand on a rough bark of a tree. "Do you want to share my memory with her?" She asked. "Does it really listen?" Asked Elias.
By Rabia Rizwan2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
Margaret's small, peaceful house was full of weights. A few years after her husband Arthur died, she always felt her presence in the rustling of the old curtains, and checked the chronometer he had once installed with such caution. Life continued without him, but it never evolved.
By Rabia Rizwan2 years ago in Fiction
The War of the Americas - Part X
Author’s preface: It is important to emphasize that this is a work of fiction and that while the current presidents of both the United States and Mexico are featured as key elements of the plot, what is said by them and/or about them is totally fictional and is in no way meant to suggest that is how they are in real life or what they believe in real life. The actions they do or do not take in the story are also of course totally made up. I have no idea how either would respond if this situation were actually to arise and my knowledge of the specifics of the politics of Mexico is very limited. My knowledge of the structure of their military, etc. is based on what it publicly available and may be less than accurate or completely wrong. I know nothing as to the existence or not of a Mexican intelligence apparatus let alone the level of sophistication it may or may not possess if it does in fact exist. Hopefully it is also obvious that I have no idea what the CIA’s assessment of the mental fitness of any world leader is, nor do I even know if they produce such an assessment. I also have no special knowledge of the CIA, its operations, policies, procedures, or history. In that way I am like 99.999% of all people on the planet.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 1: The Discovery Sarah Mathews rubbed her tired eyes and reached for her fourth cup of coffee. The digital clock on her desk read 11:42 PM, but the forensic lab hummed with the same fluorescent efficiency it maintained at all hours. Three days after the Meridian National Bank robbery, and she was still finding new details in the security footage.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
