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The Gilded Remnants
The setting sun painted the ruins of Old Manhattan in hues of amber and gold – a cruel reminder of what had driven humanity to the brink. Marcus stood at the edge of the underground bunker's entrance, watching his daughter Terra collect bioluminescent mushrooms that now thrived in the shadows of fallen skyscrapers. Twenty years had passed since the Great Resource War of 2030 had reduced Earth's major cities to radioactive ash.
By The Dreamer Faisal2 years ago in Fiction
Crush: An Unwritten Love Story
The silence of a loud town, which resonated with life in the rhythm of a song, was what had always enthralled Arjun, a vision from afar. Maya stood before him—a breath of the moment, blowing across his mind—a gentle touch, a sweet caress, and yet something forever out of reach. Each time she brushed past him in the crowded streets or shared a laughter that danced lightly on the wind, Arjun felt his heart race tumultuously, beating like a drum echoing through a cavern of unprocessed emotions. Yet, despite these electric moments between them, their lives never quite intersected meaningfully. For Arjun, he became only a passing face, someone whose gaze clung a bit too long, whose adoration lay behind facades of shyness.
By Mahendra Kumar Behera2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
The last train of the night hummed quietly as it began its journey south. Sarah was alone in the car, her eyes tired but sharp, her mind still racing. It had been a long day, and the office lights were still flickering in her head, the hum of her computer echoing in her skull as she tried to forget the pile of emails waiting for her tomorrow. It was late — too late for a train, she thought. But she had no choice. The thought of going back to her empty apartment, her tiny apartment, the apartment that now seemed like a cage, was unbearable.
By Pooja Vishwakarma2 years ago in Fiction
A Time Far Removed
“When you finally travel back to your old home, you will find it wasn’t the home you missed, but your childhood.”- S Ewing My earliest memories were in a little red house up the road from a pig farm. In hotter months, the heat would carry the pervasive smell of that farm all the way to our house. My sister was three years older than me so when she was in school, my dad and I would go on long drives: just the two of us. We would sing loudly to R.E.M. cassettes and listen to “Come on Eileen” on the radio. We always preferred having the windows down. There’s nothing quite as free as feeling the wind in your hair as you pick your way through the rural landscape of Ohio.
By Sierra Green 2 years ago in Fiction
"Survival on the Lost Island"
Lost in the Blue: A Tale of Accord and Survival Under the amore of the backward summer sun, sixteen-year-old Jian and his best acquaintance Kai stood at the baby anchorage in their littoral village. The aroma of alkali abounding the air, assortment with the aside cries of seagulls overhead. The two boys had consistently dreamed of an chance above the horizon. Activity in their asleep fishing apple on the southern bank of China was simple but predictable, and the sea beckoned them with promises of abandon and mystery. Borrowing Jian's uncle’s bashful fishing boat, they planned a weekend cruise to analyze a cord of small, arid islands a few afar offshore. Armed with supplies, a map, and the naïve aplomb of youth, they set captain aboriginal one morning, hearts antagonism with excitement. For hours, the sea was affectionate to them, its amnion calm and cogitating like a area of glass.
By Say the truth 2 years ago in Fiction
The Rose that Waits
Asher, I know you never loved me. Or did you?I thought you loved me, more than anything.Then why?You knew my family was ready to hand me over to Lord Augustus, but you still didn't come to ask for my hand. You decided not to take a step further for my sake. You could've come and held my hand, looked in my eye, and said:"Rose, don't worry! You're mine and mine alone. Take my hand and let's go. Far away, where we can be together, forever."I would've left everything behind for you and rushed into your arms. I just wanted to let you know that you never tried to do that. You chose to seal your lips when it was time for you to speak, for you to say, "Rose, I Love You"How hard were those 3 words?I can say those a thousand times:I LOVE YOU, ASHERBecause I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm not a coward like you! I can't let anyone decide my partner and soulmate. Not even my father, King Bruce. But you were brave, weren't you? You used to fight for me like I was the only person you cared for in this world.When did you become such a coward to not come on the day when King Bruce announced my marriage to someone else?Someone else? 💔How could you even bear hearing my name being associated with someone else?Asher, you weren’t like this… I know the Asher who wouldn’t let any girl in the castle touch him because, in his eyes, only one girl mattered: Rose. It was always me, Asher.Tell me, Asher,If you think this love is one-sided, then what about the time when Queen Aris raised her hand to slap me, and you stopped her, knowing it could cost you your life? What about when my father, King Bruce, sent all the Guardians to find medicine for me when I was ill? Everyone else returned empty-handed, but you came back with scars and bites, yet still brought me the remedy I needed.Tell me, how could such acts come from anything less than love?You were 8 when I was 5.You cared for me as I was your life.You taught me to write when you were still a kidYou had feelings for me, Why did you hide?You promised me you'd be mine, foreverHow could I be someone else's? Never!Do you remember when you told me I wasn’t brave? When we played hide and seek, I’d start crying if you hid for more than a minute, terrified of losing you.Look at me now, Asher.See how brave I’ve become?I've left everything for you! Yesterday, the Royal call told me to prepare. The bridesmaids came to transform me into a bride no one would ever see.So, I became the most beautiful bride, ready to be married off.Then I ran. I left the castle.A rebel?Yeah, maybe I am. I didn't need 'Royal Treatment' and those fancy carriages to carry me.All I ever wanted was your care and love, reflected in both your words and actions. I just wanted your back to lean on, to hop onto, and let you carry me through it all.Today, I wait for you. For you to answer all my questions.Asher! Come and prove me wrong. Come and tell me that I was wrong when I said, "You Don't Love Me".Asher, I feel cold... I feel dead inside... Please, carry your Rose and take her to your tiny house. Take me close to your heart. Wrap me in your arms and don't let me go, ever!Where have you gone, Asher? Where?Come Back, Your Rose Misses your innocent and almost breathtaking face. Your Rose misses your soft hands.Come Back, Asher. I need you!
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
