Fantasy
The Legend of the London iBus
They say that one day Apple decided to conquer not only phones and laptops, but also… London buses. And thus appeared the iBus — the world’s first “smart transport” that decides on its own whom to take and whom to leave behind at the stop.
By Professor Victoria about a year ago in Fiction
The Last Call
Hasan never thought his job mattered much. He worked the late shift at a call center, answering questions that didn’t really need him. Most of his nights were spent listening to customers complain about internet connections, payment errors, or devices that refused to restart.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Circuit of Aether. AI-Generated.
The city of Luthra shimmered against the twilight, its towers rising like crystal spires stitched with veins of glowing circuitry. From afar, it looked like a constellation fallen onto the earth, every rune-etched street pulsing with soft light as data and mana flowed together through the same conduits. In Luthra, magic and technology were one and the same; people called it Arcanatech.
By Ai.Pendrakeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member about a year ago in Fiction
The Door of Light
Arman had always loved old libraries. The silence, the smell of dust and paper, the way stories seemed to whisper from every shelf—it felt like a place where secrets lived. One rainy evening, when the city outside was wrapped in thunder, Arman wandered into a forgotten corner of the library. That was where he saw it.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Song Beneath the Earth
Alana opened her eyes to the sound of locusts, their steady rhythm pulling her back from dreams. Dampness clung to her skin, dew beading on the grass and ferns around her. Cold seeped from the earth into her spine until she shivered. Just breathe, she thought, a small, silent command. Listen to the earth.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Fiction
When Blossoms Turn to Snow
Morning came softly, a pale warmth creeping through the tall windows and settling across the stone floor like a living thing. The light should have brought comfort, but in this chamber it fell like a veil. Shadows clung to the corners, lengthened by the steady rise and fall of a child’s chest.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Fiction
Between Sleep and Waking
In the early hours, twilight still thick in the blinds, I rolled toward the shadow of my husband of twenty years. Even in half-darkness, I knew his features: black hair framing his lips and eyes, Spanish nose, French jaw. Steady. Familiar.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Fiction
