Mystery
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 11)
“They aren’t angel wings,” I said, our lips no longer touching. “They are just regular wings.” He looked into my eyes, smiling slightly, his eye black and swollen. “There is no such thing as regular wings, Christopher. Anyone with wings is special, whether they are angel wings or not.”
By Christopher Dubbs2 years ago in Fiction
The Judas Tree of Willow Creek: When Roots Run Deeper Than Trust:
Chapter 1: The Uninvited Guest The first time Clara Bennett saw the Judas Tree, she thought it was beautiful. Its twisted branches sprawled like skeletal fingers against the twilight sky, and its blood-red leaves rustled secrets to the wind. The townsfolk of Willow Creek warned her to stay away—“It’s cursed,” they said, “born from betrayal.” But Clara, a freelance photographer fleeing a fractured life in the city, didn’t believe in curses. She believed in fresh starts.
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Fiction
Life at the Cost of Drinking a Cup of Time: The Simulated Dream
Part Five: Echoes of the Future As Darcy’s team prepares Tom for the simulation, they ask Alex to stay calm and avoid stress. Darcy instructs Rosalyn to stay close to Alex during this crucial experiment, emphasizing that they might need her to bring him back if necessary. Everything is ready. The team is adjusting the signals. But just before the experiment begins, Alex suddenly starts convulsing. Darcy immediately halts the test, but one of the team members exclaims that Alex’s brain signals are recording an event. Darcy is taken aback. Moments later, Alex emerges from the seizure.
By Vafa Abbasi2 years ago in Fiction
Life at the Cost of Drinking a Cup of Time: The Simulated Dream
Part Four: Next Experiment: Time Trap The next experiment lasts two hours and is considered the final stage before the main experiment. However, things don’t go as expected in this trial. Alex suddenly falls into a time loop and is sent back to his childhood. Professor Darcy, noticing the changes with concern, says to his team in a voice filled with anxiety: "He’s trapped at a point far from his past, in a trap of his childhood trauma." He instructs his team: "Adjust the signals so that specific memories are triggered for him, and prevent his mind from deciding where it wants to go. We must ensure this doesn’t get out of our control." Despite the team’s efforts to prevent Alex from returning to his childhood, Alex unintentionally goes back to age five, sitting in his room, drawing. But suddenly, his stepmother, Monica, enters the room and harshly says, "Why haven’t you cleaned your room?" Alex, shocked by the harshness and crying, leaves his drawing unfinished to obey Monica. As he cleans his room, his focus seems scattered due to his distress and anxiety. After tidying up, he returns to complete his drawing. The drawing depicts a strange, unknown place—an unfamiliar location that he’s never seen before. The drawing seems like it’s from a future time, but not a future he recognizes. As night falls, Alex, tearfully, shows his drawing to his father. However, his father, with a saddened and upset expression, tells him, "You need to listen to Monica, Alex." This statement deeply affects Alex, and he goes to bed, crying himself to sleep. Meanwhile, Professor Darcy and his team are doing everything they can to pull Alex out of this state. They try to modify the signals to wake him up and bring him out of this nightmarish state. But when Alex finally wakes up, his cries echo in the air, and he shouts that, in the last moment, he heard Sarah screaming. Professor Darcy, with concern, tells his team: "This is getting out of control. This situation is far more complicated than we thought." That night, Rosalyn, who is reviewing the recorded tape of the experiment, tells Alex that, at the beginning of the tape, she heard a childish voice from Alex asking for help. The voice came from a time full of emotions, pain, and trauma. But when they listened to the tape again, there was no new voice. This occurrence deeply worries Rosalind, raising the question of what might happen to Alex in the future and whether these signals are affecting Alex's mind in an unpredictable way. This experiment and its complexities have trapped Alex in an unknown world from his past. The question arises whether he will be able to break free from this time trap and his childhood trauma, or if this is just the beginning of the nightmares that will emerge for him in the future. And most importantly, will Alex change the past, or will the past change him?
By Vafa Abbasi2 years ago in Fiction
Wheels of Doubt: Confessions of a Pizza Delivery Man
The night felt thick, layered with humidity and something heavier—a guilt that seeped into every breath Marcus took. The pizzeria lights dimmed behind him as he stepped outside, balancing cardboard boxes that felt heavier tonight than they ever had before. It wasn't the cheese, the crust, or the toppings; it was the weight of memory.
By Rukka Nova2 years ago in Fiction
Life at the Cost of Drinking a Cup of Time: The Simulated Dream
Part Three: The Nightmarish Dream -One Day Before the Next Phase of the Experiment- Alex lay in his room, but sleep eluded him. Thoughts swirled endlessly in his mind, and he felt as though something deep inside was pulling him. Suddenly, a physical pain settled in his chest, and before he could react, the world around him began to spin. A sharp dizziness overtook him, as if his entire body was being sucked into an endless whirlpool. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark, endless corridor. All around him were tall, narrow walls that seemed to stretch forever. At the beginning of the hallway, a small, faint light illuminated the space, casting deep shadows that made the surroundings even darker. His legs felt heavy, and with every step he took, the sound of scraping against the ground echoed in his ears. His breath became labored, as if the air around him was thinning. Suddenly, a loud laugh broke the silence of the night. The sound, coming from an unknown depth, was not only strange but seemed to be coming from all directions. Trembling with fear, Alex began to run, but the corridor still appeared endless. The further he ran, the louder and more terrifying the laughter became. The sounds pierced his mind in a way that was both unsettling and maddening. In the midst of this darkness, a faint light caught his eye. He stepped toward it, and gradually, the light transformed into a large wooden door at the end of the hallway. It seemed as though everything was within his grasp—the door called to him in a magical way. But as he drew closer to the door, the laughter grew louder. Alex placed his hand on the door, and as his heart raced, he opened it. Inside the room stood Sara, but something had changed in her face. Her gaze was cold and emotionless, not the loving, serene look Alex remembered. She looked at him with a ruthless expression, just as she had in the nightmares. "Alex..." Sara’s voice cast a cruel shadow over him. "You shouldn’t enter this game... this isn’t just a game. It’s a game with time, a game with fate." Alex responded with a trembling voice, "Sara... what are you saying? What happened here?" Sara smiled, a smile that lacked any warmth. "You’re just a pawn in this game, Alex. Nothing is real. This is just a dream." Before Alex could say anything more, the terrifying laughter returned, echoing through the room like deadly gunshots in his ears. He tried to approach Sara, but his legs felt heavy, as if he was trapped in a swamp of fear and despair. With every step he took, he seemed to get more and more trapped, caught in a never-ending loop. Suddenly, the ground beneath him began to tremble, and the space around him twisted. The walls shook, and withered trees and strange shadows passed by him. It felt as though everything he came near began to vanish, as if the world around him was collapsing from within. Alex looked around in utter horror. He couldn’t understand what was happening. Everything was changing too fast, and he felt like he was caught in a digital, simulated world—a matrix, or perhaps an endless nightmare. He gasped for breath, shouting at himself to wake up. The more he shouted, the more he felt trapped in this deceptive world. "I need to wake up..." he repeated to himself, as the world around him began to disintegrate. Then, everything fell silent. When Alex opened his eyes, he was met with a cold, snowy landscape. Immediately, he realized that nothing in his surroundings was real. It had all been a nightmare. He was lying in his bed, still heavy with sleep. With a deep breath, Alex found a sense of calm and finally understood that what he had experienced was only a nightmare. But he still felt that deep inside that dream, something more than what he had seen was hidden. Something that reminded him that fate and time couldn’t simply be manipulated.
By Vafa Abbasi2 years ago in Fiction
Dorm 9
It started with the bang. A crack like splitting wood echoed through the night. My eyes flew open. Pitch black. I sat up, heart thudding. The power was out—no glow from the hallway, no blinking charger light, just an all-consuming, suffocating darkness. I reached out for my phone and flicked on the flashlight. Cold blue light flooded my cramped dorm room.
By Kyle William2 years ago in Fiction
