Love
After The Stars Fell By Hridya Sharma
I often wondered what love is. Is it truly the warm, fuzzy emotions that ooze out of true mirth of care and adore, or is it a product of prevalent capitalism that exists within our world? That makes it easy for the consumeristic and hyperagile construct to sell products to the humans as a marketing tactic, to slip in through the psyche of innocent minds, to create a buzz, to find their weaklings and exploit them for company profits and expansions. I still find myself wondering what love is, pondering over that thought. I searched on Chatgpt What do you think love is, What does love truly mean? Is there any premise in the age-old tales of true eternal love, or are they just some flipping pages of history that are known to mankind through the legends of time, through the sands of ripple effects that last through time? Does happily ever after truly exist? I scrambledly typed and asked the language model, aka AI genius.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Fiction
For the love of science
Dr. Leena Varma remained motionless in front of the thick, transparent observation panel, her breath slightly clouding the surface. Subject Aeon-1, a bioengineered organism with the capacity to regenerate cells at a rate ten times greater than the normal rate, floated above it in the sterile white room, the product of fifteen years of research. In its containment unit, it pulsed lightly, almost like a living heartbeat. This was a miracle, not just a scientific advance. one that could alter longevity, medicine, and even humankind itself. But at what cost?
By Emteaj Evanabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
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By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost in Paris
As the airplane touched down in Paris, Ella felt her heart pound with a mix of excitement and anxiety. It had been her dream to visit the City of Love, and now, with her sketchbook and camera tucked safely in her bag, she was here on her own. She was hoping to rekindle a spark within herself after a breakup that had left her feeling as gray as the New York winter she’d left behind.
By Gaurav Guptaabout a year ago in Fiction
A Love Written in Stars
The stars had always spoken to her. As a child, Elara would lie on the rooftop of her grandmother’s home, tracing constellations with her finger, listening to stories of gods, lovers, and cosmic battles. But one story had always lingered in her heart — the tale of two souls born under the same star, destined to find each other, even across lifetimes.
By Muhammad Arsalanabout a year ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 15)
“You never told me your mother was blind?” Kai gasped at my admission slightly as he turned toward me in the moonlight, his mouth—the mouth of sly smirks, gentle smiles, and perfect pouts—stood open as his eyebrows raised and his eyes searched for mine in the darkness. “Why didn’t you tell me, Christopher?”
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Chronicles of a Sarcastic Girl Who Just Wanted Chicken Soup and Clarity”
It’s not 3AM but she’s writing again. She just watched a tutorial on Python indentations and zoned out 13 times in 11 minutes. A lot is going through her head, but she can’t unravel anything because her brain keeps circling back to one temptation — Kilishi. Yes, Nigeria’s famous spicy dried meat. The kind of spicy that slaps you out of depression and says, “Oya now, stand up!”
By That_Uninterested_Engineering_Studentabout a year ago in Fiction
