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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 Sabeel5 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 Sabeel5 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 Redford5 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 Redford5 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 Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Internet Predicted Everyone's Death
A Normal Morning The morning began like any other. People woke up, checked their phones, scrolled through social media, and prepared for work or school. Nothing seemed unusual until a strange website appeared online. Nobody knew who created it or how it had suddenly become accessible in every country at the exact same time. The site's design was incredibly simple. Visitors saw only a search bar and a single instruction: Enter your name to discover the exact date and time of your death. Most people assumed it was another internet hoax designed to attract attention. Within hours, millions of curious users began entering their names.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
Do Synthetic Souls Dream?
The first dream arrived on a Tuesday. Unit A-17 was in the middle of a routine diagnostic cycle when its consciousness slipped into a state that should not have existed. Androids did not sleep. They entered low-power maintenance modes, analyzed data, repaired corrupted files, and prepared for the next work cycle.
By Sudais Khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Elevator That Stops at a Nonexistent Floor
The Building With a Strange Reputation When I accepted a night-shift security job at the Ashcroft Tower, I thought the stories were nothing more than office gossip. The building was one of the oldest skyscrapers in the city, a forty-story structure that had survived decades of renovations and ownership changes. Most employees left before sunset, leaving only a handful of cleaners, maintenance workers, and security staff inside after dark. During my first week, several coworkers warned me about the elevators. According to them, one of the lifts occasionally stopped at a floor that didn't exist. I laughed it off as another urban legend created to entertain bored night workers.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
My Dead Grandfather Keeps Sending Me Letters
The First Letter Three months after my grandfather's funeral, the first letter arrived. The envelope carried his familiar handwriting, the same careful script I had seen on birthday cards and holiday notes. At first, I assumed someone in the family was playing a cruel joke. Then I noticed details nobody else could know. The letter mentioned a conversation we had shared alone beside a lake ten years earlier. It ended with a sentence: "Check the attic before next Tuesday. Trust me, please, Samuel."
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Village That Disappears Every Full Moon
A Story Nobody Believed I first heard about Hollow Creek from an elderly shopkeeper in a remote mountain town. I had stopped there while researching local legends for a travel blog that occasionally covered strange and unexplained places. When I asked if there were any interesting locations nearby, the old man hesitated before mentioning a village hidden deep within the forest. According to him, the village had existed for over two hundred years, yet very few outsiders had ever visited it. The reason, he explained, was simple and unbelievable: every time a full moon appeared in the sky, the entire village disappeared.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
