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Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Krampus on Campus. Content Warning.
‘Twas the night before winter break. The Deltas were having one last hurrah before everyone went home for the holidays. It would be a party of epic proportions. This was the fraternity that invented the '100 proof enema’ and ‘donkey dong roulette.’ Deltas were notorious for their grotesque hazing rituals and a rash of sexual assault accusations.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Dragon
It was a cold winter day in the small village of Willow Creek. The snow was falling heavily, and the wind was howling through the trees. Inside their cozy cottage, a young girl named Nimli sat by the fire, reading a book.
By Nims3 years ago in Fiction
My Day Off
At first, I didn’t know what had happened. I’d gone through my front door to leave the house, ready for work. Armed with my briefcase, clad in a shirt and tie. I carried an umbrella, a tiny, clear affair that was hardly any use whatsoever, because the weather reports the previous evening forecast rain, though none had yet presented itself, at least not before I stepped through the threshold.
By Dave Rowlands3 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian Futures: Navigating a Bleak Tomorrow
In the annals of speculative fiction, dystopian narratives stand as cautionary tales, offering glimpses into unsettling futures shaped by technological advancements and societal shifts. These narratives, often characterized by oppressive regimes, environmental decay, and the erosion of individual freedoms, serve as mirrors reflecting our fears about the trajectory of human progress. Let's navigate the shadows of dystopian futures and explore the narratives that paint a bleak picture of a world gone wrong.
By veera3 years ago in Fiction
A Not So Romantic Christmas. Top Story - November 2023.
Below is my entry into Real Poetic's Holiday Jamboree! Microfiction Challenge. Here is her link, if you'd like to join in. The diamond sparkled brightly as the lights on the Christmas tree, as Jack, on bended knee, flipped open the velvet box and asked me to be his bride.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Melissa Barrera dropped from 'Scream 7' over social media posts about Israel-Hamas war
Melissa Barrera, star of the rebooted "Scream" franchise, has been dropped from the upcoming film "Scream 7" due to her social media posts about the Israel-Hamas war, USA TODAY can confirm.
By andreah smith3 years ago in Fiction
Excerpt: Casino City . Content Warning.
Enjoy an excerpt from my cyberpunk noir book Casino City: A Cooler's Conspiracy! Link to book: https://mybook.to/CasinoCityBookOne
By Ben Soto3 years ago in Fiction
Familiarity Breeds Contempt. Top Story - November 2023.
The relationship between Gustav Jensen and your humble narrator, his lodger these past six months, had been strained for some time. One Tuesday afternoon the dam burst.
By Joe Young3 years ago in Fiction
The Desert's Whisper
The unforgiving sun beat down upon the vast expanse of the Sahara, its relentless heat shimmering off the endless dunes. The air was thick with dust, swirling in a perpetual dance that obscured the horizon. In this desolate landscape, a solitary figure trudged through the sands, his footsteps leaving fleeting imprints that were quickly erased by the relentless wind.
By Nims3 years ago in Fiction
The Articulate Mike Doop
Mike Doop had always detested the wild land of Alrona with its vast, villainous volcanoes. It was a place that made him uneasy, filled with a sense of danger and unpredictability.
By Dawit3 years ago in Fiction
Honest to a Fault
I‘m not used to attending parties where copious amounts of alcohol are served, not even while in college. They frown on that in the Southern Baptist college I received my business degree from. Yet here I was, at the company Christmas party, feeling woefully out of place. While everyone else imbibed heavily with various alcoholic beverages, dancing uninhibited; I stood awkwardly in a corner, nursing a red Dixie cup half full of too sweet, lukewarm apple cider. Dale, my supervisor, encouraged me to attend. He’s always telling me I need to loosen up, so, I took his advice. Normally, I would be home curled up with a book or attending a church service. I hoped I had put in enough of an appearance and decided to call it a night.
By Kim Brewer3 years ago in Fiction