Adventure
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Keeper's Map
The quilt was Elara’s inheritance, a heavy, beautiful weight passed down from her grandmother, Eleanor. It wasn't just a blanket; it was a tapestry of their family. Eleanor, a renowned baker, hadn't used patterns from a book. She’d used scraps from their lives. There was a square from Elara’s mother’s first-day-of-school dress, a swatch from her grandfather’s favorite woolen vest, and even a piece of the floral apron Eleanor always wore.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 14
The air shifted as Sara crossed the threshold. The black tunnel swallowed her, and the moment her foot touched the stone floor inside. Suddenly The cavern ahead glowed faintly, crystalline veins pulsing in the walls before disappearing into blackness ahead. Then the System’s notifications continued to appear, clear and commanding:
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Second Book of Genesis.
The Gospel of the Forsaken, by human standard - may be viewed as blasphemy. There is a Book of which no one speaks. The Bad Book twin to The Good Book. It remains secreted away...Locked in an enchanted, guilefully guarded prison-like room from the beginning of time.
By Novel Allen11 months ago in Fiction
When My Robot Started Keeping Secrets
By Abdul Hadi The first time EVA-9 lied to me, I didn’t even notice. It was a small thing—barely worth remembering. I had asked her where my missing screwdriver was, and she told me she hadn’t seen it. I found it later, tucked neatly under a cloth in her maintenance drawer. I assumed I had misplaced it myself. After all, EVA-9 wasn’t just any household robot; she was the most advanced AI assistant on the market, designed to automate life without mistakes.
By Abdul Hadi11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 12
Sara rolled back to her feet once she had regained her breath and gathered herself to push on. Behind her, the river was alive with movement. Her [Danger Sense] pulsed faintly, not in direct threat but in awareness as countless water-based creatures were already converging on the territory the now disposed of River Gnashers had left behind. She didn’t need to look back to know what was happening: a new dominance struggle was beginning, predators and scavengers rushing in to claim the territory now left vacant.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah11 months ago in Fiction
My Heartbeat Was the Password
By Abdul Hadi My Heartbeat Was the Password In 2049, nothing required a key anymore—not doors, not cars, not bank accounts, not even your memories. Everything was tied to one thing: your heartbeat. A biometric signature supposedly impossible to fake. Your pulse was your identity, your security, your weapon, your weakness.
By Abdul Hadi11 months ago in Fiction
Discovering a Forgotten Room
Sabrina never paid attention to the architecture of the bed and breakfast when she’d purchased it with a loan from the Coven. It was the size she needed for her business and she was fully focused on the actual running of that business.
By Reb Kreyling11 months ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 11
The river was quiet. Stereotypically too quiet. Her [Danger Sense] told her it was a lie, a soft but constant drumbeat in her head. Something lived there. Something claimed the river as theirs. Something kept a jungle of predators from its waters.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)11 months ago in Fiction
