Mystery
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 2: The Game Of Rugby A loud piercing sound entered the ears of the students as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone out on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, meaning they had to run two big laps around the school field.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
A Dream Too Real
When Angelo closed his eyes for the night he had no clue as to what was about to take place. It was a routine evening. He brushed his teeth, set his alarm and went to bed. What he expected was as always, to wake up in the morning and start another workday. What happened was much more than that.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Wolf Witch - 3. Oliver's Night Out
Oliver put on his jacket and walked out of his flat with two mates. They'd had a few beers, ate steak for dinner, and were eager to get out to a nightclub to meet some girls or rather that was their idea. Oliver wanted to drink and that was it.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
One Day In November
Dallas in the 60’s was an odd place: big hats, bigger guns, bigger egos. It was the type of place no one looked twice if you looked out of time, and Special Operator Andrew Vogel looked distinctly out of time–which of course, he was with his anti-matter rifle and sleek black jumpsuit. Luckily, the fifth floor of the Texas School Book Depository was as vacant as it was every time the Russians tried to meddle with this event.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
What if time flowed backwards?
Imagine a world where time flows in reverse. The clock ticks backward, and instead of moving from the past to the future, existence rewinds from the future to the past. This shift in time's direction would fundamentally alter every aspect of life, from human experience to the very laws of physics as we understand them.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
A day that repeats over and over
The sun peeked over the horizon, spilling golden light through the blinds. Ethan groggily reached for his phone, squinting at the time—7:00 AM. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but he was awake. A strange feeling gnawed at him, a sense of déjà vu so strong it made his stomach clench. He shook it off and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen to start his day.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
A message left for me 10 years ago
Hello, my friend. If you're reading this, it means time has carried you forward, just as it always does. A whole decade has passed since this message was written, and I wonder who you've become. Have your dreams changed? Have you discovered new passions, new struggles, new victories? Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I hope you take a moment to pause, breathe, and reflect.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Watching history unfold before my eyes
History is not just something we read about in books; it is something we live through, witness, and sometimes participate in. There are moments in life when time slows down, and we realize that we are experiencing something that will be remembered for generations. These are the moments that define eras, change societies, and shape the future. I have had the privilege of watching history unfold before my eyes, and those moments have left an indelible mark on my understanding of the world.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
