Holiday
The horrifying bright yellow
The horrifying bright yellow ”They are down there in the water. I noticed multiple flashes of brilliant yellow shooting out from and then receding down below the surface, only to rise up again in a regular pattern. Like a dancing routine. Brightly yellow and lethal. Are they ridiculing us? The decaying, delicious odor of death is still trapped in my nose. We are locked here, and people are losing their minds.’
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Shadows
It's now late. The pulsating heartbeat of the city can be heard through the fissures in the pavement, pulsating against the walls of buildings that have witnessed more deaths than lives. Through the shroud of cigarette smoke that envelops me like a comfortable cloak, I am able to hear the buzz of neon lights flashing all around me. I inhale deeply, the smoke enveloping my lungs and escaping into the darkness, leaving behind a taste of remorse and experiences from the past.
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian of the Deep
Welcome aboard the Aurora Seabreeze, a luxurious cruise liner embarking on a family holiday voyage around the serene Canary Islands. For the Blake family—Sarah, David, and their ten-year-old son, Noah—this journey was supposed to be a much-needed escape from the bustle of their everyday lives in London. Little did they know, this holiday would take a harrowing turn, one that would etch itself into their memories forever.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
Letters to Yesterday-A Love Story
In the heart of an old European village, nestled between cobblestone streets and ivy-draped cottages, stood a forgotten post office. Its wooden doors creaked with age, and its brass mailbox gleamed faintly under the weight of years. The villagers had long since embraced modern technology, leaving behind the quaint charm of handwritten letters. Yet, hidden within its dusty shelves were hundreds of unsent letters, their ink faded but their words brimming with longing.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger's Game
Rain hammered against the cracked windows of the old tavern, its wooden frame groaning under the weight of the storm. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and whispered conversations. In the corner, by the hearth's dying embers, sat a man cloaked in shadows. His face was obscured, but his presence demanded attention. A deck of worn cards lay on the table before him, edges frayed by time.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Door
In the heart of a desolate mountain range stood an ancient fortress, long abandoned and eroded by centuries of wind and snow. Legend spoke of a hidden chamber within, sealed by the last door—a portal none dared open. For generations, adventurers had searched for it, driven by whispers of untold power and eternal knowledge. None had returned.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
