Fantasy
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
Heat of the Night. Content Warning.
The city hummed outside her cracked window, a late-night pulse of horns and neon flicker seeping through the thin curtains. Priya sprawled on her bed, the cotton sheet sticking to her thighs, sweat beading down her spine in the humid March air. The fan spun lazy circles overhead, doing little but stirring the heat that clung to her skin like a lover’s breath. She wore just a faded tank top and panties—black, lace-edged, the last clean pair—her body restless, aching for something she couldn’t name.
By Erotic Stories2 years ago in Fiction
The Symphony of Consciousness: A Tale of an Artificial Friend
In a small town nestled in the lap of mountains, where valleys echoed with serenity and rivers flowed like sweet melodies, there lived a young inventor named Arjun. Arjun was not an ordinary man; he was a dreamer, a visionary who believed in the power of technology to transform lives. His workshop, a modest shed at the edge of the town, was filled with gadgets, wires, and blueprints of inventions that were ahead of their time. But among all his creations, there was one that held a special place in his heart—an AI named Aarini.
By Word Weaver2 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 PASSENGER
The rain battered the deserted road as Gabriel drove along the winding path cutting through the forest. The clock on the dashboard read nearly midnight, and his only company was the headlights piercing through the dense fog that spread over the asphalt.
By A.short stories2 years ago in Fiction
The Eyes in the Water
The water near the castle is the coldest. And it's always the darkest. Everything about this place is dark. There is no love or light that really lives here. The citizens outside of the palace are only full of depression and anguish. My parents are...unforthcoming. It didn't always use to be like this. But from all the memories I have, darkness has taken them all.
By Kaori Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
Confessions of a Nigerian ‘Yahoo Boy’: Why I Quit After One Week
Introduction In a world where scams and deceit seem to thrive, the line between friend and foe is often blurred. I was once part of that hidden realm—a Nigerian “Yahoo Boy” engaged in cyber scams for a brief, tumultuous week. This is my raw confession: a candid account of the seductive lure of easy money, the dark underbelly of scam culture, and the moment I decided to walk away. My story is not only a personal journey, but also a cautionary tale for anyone tempted by the glimmer of quick riches in a world full of deceit. Join me as I peel back the layers of deception and reveal the real cost of living a life built on lies.
By Victor Akinremi2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten City. AI-Generated.
The rain drummed softly against the cobbled streets of Valmere, a city long abandoned by time yet whispering secrets through its crumbling facades. The air was thick with the scent of moss and forgotten stories, an eerie melody that only the keenest ears could decipher.
By Rakesh Panchal2 years ago in Fiction
