Fantasy
Echoes of Elysium
In the not-so-distant future, humanity had reached the pinnacle of technological advancement. A sprawling metropolis known as Elysium City stood as a beacon of innovation, where towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds and hovercrafts weaved through the bustling streets. Amidst this futuristic marvel lived a young woman named Elara, who had an extraordinary gift – the ability to hear every sound and absorb its essence.
By Malai Kiap3 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Universes
In the realm of infinite possibilities, two parallel universes existed in tandem, separated only by a hair's breadth. In one, lived Amelia, a young and ambitious architect with a flair for creativity, residing in the bustling metropolis of Lumina City. In the other, in a reality remarkably similar, but subtly different, lived Benjamin, a reserved and introverted writer, dwelling in a quieter, coastal town named Havenbrook.
By Malai Kiap3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Simulacrum
In the not-so-distant future, Earth had become a bleak dystopia, ravaged by wars, environmental disasters, and socioeconomic inequalities. Amidst this harsh reality, people sought solace and escape in an all-encompassing virtual world known as "Simulacrum." It was a breathtakingly advanced virtual reality, offering an escape from the mundanity of existence, where dreams became reality, and harsh truths were veiled behind a virtual façade.
By Malai Kiap3 years ago in Fiction
The Chrono Chronicles
In the bustling city of Metropolis, lived a young and curious woman named Amelia. One fateful evening, as Amelia was cleaning out her late grandfather's attic, she stumbled upon an intricately carved pocket watch that seemed out of place among the old memorabilia. Little did she know that this seemingly ordinary pocket watch held the power to unlock the secrets of time.
By Malai Kiap3 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and orphaned twins
Once upon a time, in a mystical land called Draconia, a benevolent dragon family lived atop the highest peak of the Firecrest Mountains. This dragon family was unlike any other in Draconia, for they were known for their compassion and kindness towards all creatures of the realm.
By Muhammad Hamza3 years ago in Fiction
The Fabled Origin of the Blue Sky
In the dawn of time, when the universe was still young and its mysteries abundant, there existed a realm beyond the reach of mortal eyes known as Luminora. In this ethereal domain, celestial beings known as Skyweavers resided. These enchanting creatures were the artisans of the heavens, gifted with the ability to weave vibrant colors and celestial wonders across the skies.
By Kelly Khoo3 years ago in Fiction
Empathy Ch. 4
Journal entry xx - (Outer Sands and its offerings) We had been running for so long that we couldn't remember what it was like to have a stable home. I remember when we first found this place that it felt too perfect to stop at. Like a mirage. I cried that day, overwhelmed with the tragedy of living in a wasteland built by my own exhausting demons. The draught that the heart often offers is simply far worse than any barren land, but a good night's sleep always helps. I have this vivid memory of the first stake breaking ground and the boulders falling off the shoulders of all my kin as our home was born. All these people- worn and weathered and beaten down but so damn full of hope built this place from the ground up. Here, home, we are safe from most of the magnetic rolling storms with their electric blue ionized clouds. A stone's throw from its western base, we have an oasis beaming with life, and the good kind. Not the chemically altered and viciously rabid desert creatures such as the behemoth sand vipers and rust dogs. No, they were rarely around, and it was vital to our survival. What really signified its rarity, what caused these shoulders to relax, was the seemingly endless mosswood reservoir germinating from a large cavern mouth just in between the two landmarks. The mosswood was beyond plentiful, covering the dusty landscape from the northern rocks to the western water. This would be the perfect cloaking device against those who hunted us. This was the safety we thirsted for on dusty trails. The healing effects of the mosswood meant we would have a medical tent and could resume our studies of the herb as well as barter for supplies with traveling merchants and back-alley vendors when we visit major cities. And we do. Our company seems to have an aura of unified hope for the first time since its inception. This place feels like home. The feeling won't last, we know that, but the reprieve has allowed us to ground ourselves and recuperate.
By Conner Carpenter3 years ago in Fiction
Empathy Ch. 3
No one had noticed Poe was no longer with the crowd during the scuffle that took place. As a nurse rushed over to Miko and the crowd crescent-mooned around in anticipation, I scoured the complex for the kid. He was nowhere to be found. I needed to check on Hec, too. There was zero doubt in my mind that his outburst had to do with the dreaded he killed yesterday. Taking a life stains the soul. Maybe he was having visions too?
By Conner Carpenter3 years ago in Fiction
Empathy Ch. 1
Journal entry xx (A Synopsis) It has been exactly 5 years since I let go of my research. It hasn't been going well: It started as an alternative to therapy; memory suppression for trauma, an emotional disconnect for damaged limbic systems. It became an amalgamation of tyranny, hope and covetous intent but we just hadn’t known it yet. We do now. People wanted to forget the pain they felt, and we had the answer. We had so much desire to help those in need, I swear. Veterans no longer waking up in cold sweats, survivors resuming their lives without shuddering in anticipation at every person they pass by on the street. We could provide some real healing to a lot of people. Some of the worst things start so well intentioned, as it tends to go.
By Conner Carpenter3 years ago in Fiction
Empathy Ch. 2
Journal Entry XX (Expectations) It was a strange feeling, the moment that we finally broke ground on the project that would change the world. We were all excited and filled to the brim with different expectations. It had taken years to get the funding and even more time to get the council to sign off on testing. Obviously, not all of it was above board, but we had started anyway with the little original funding that we had. This came back to haunt us later on as the Hall Council used it as leverage to buy us out. But back then we didn't think about anything other than the next revolutionary advance in medicine. The concepts were easy enough- Fix the brain, save humanity. There was so much intricate detail that went into it, with concepts from many different fields of the sciences perfected in order to succeed. The irony that I am one of the few people it didn't work on doesn't escape me. I laugh a deep, painful laugh when I think about it. I am certain I deserve to wake up in cold sweats. I mean this was my concept, my baby. My magnum opus. I was the head of operations, but in all honesty, it took a really, really good team to pull it off. God, I miss those days. The people, the exploration. I miss Janice more than anything. She was my best friend and the smartest person I had ever known, if not a little crazy. Good crazy. Revolutionary crazy. Very hardheaded with a hidden temper aimed at herself. I resonated with that. She was definitely the kind of weirdo you can't help but to cherish deeply, even when she would disappear for extended amounts of time without a word. I remember one time, early on in our ventures, she disappeared for an entire year after having a life crisis of sorts, stating she needed to see the world if she was going to fix it. She came back with a fire in her eye that led to some of our most important discoveries. And some that we would feud about till our time together ended. She had a method to her madness though, that's for sure. If only we could have kept control of Heartlocket, she would still be here and not with those heartless bastards, forced to manufacture a worse kind of madness. I was the one that let her leave, told her to further her career even if it wasn't a direction I agreed with. Another life lost by my hands. I doubt she has any autonomy over herself anymore at this point. Just another droid, a pawn in their game. I know I sound so despondent, but I wasn't always that way. I mean, it's easy to get optimistic and self-involved on a new project when you have a laser-sharp clarity with what you want to achieve. Did we think we could change the world? Absolutely. And dammit, we sure did. We were saving people one by one and should have kept it that way. But many successful projects start out small and give themselves over in order to grow. That uncontrolled growth inevitably becomes a cancer. "Successful" leaves a bitter taste in my mouth these days. Fuck the Council and fuck Heartlocket.
By Conner Carpenter3 years ago in Fiction
The awakened heroine
In a world where dimensional gates opened, unleashing monstrous creatures upon humanity, chaos reigned. These gates became a gateway for terrors beyond imagination, plunging Earth into an era of darkness and fear. But in this grim world, a glimmer of hope arose in the form of "Awakened" humans.
By Barna Nikolett3 years ago in Fiction
