Mystery
The Backward River . AI-Generated.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. No one in the kingdom of Lysithia could explain it. The Everstream, the lifeblood of the land, had flowed westward for centuries, weaving through verdant meadows, feeding the mighty forests, and nourishing the glittering city of Elowen. But at dawn, the waters began to churn violently before reversing course, rushing upstream as though fleeing some unseen terror.
By Yuvraj Raut2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Six: The Fallout (Shadows of Orion)
Back to Base The SUV screeched to a halt outside an unassuming warehouse on the edge of the city. To anyone passing by, it looked like an abandoned storage facility. In reality, it was their command center—a high-tech sanctuary hidden beneath layers of concrete and steel.
By Marveline Merab2 years ago in Fiction
An Afternoon on Mars by Nano Rickshaw. AI-Generated.
On a February afternoon in the year 2075, precisely at 4 PM, I set off from my house in Suburb No. 5 of Dinajpur, Bangladesh, accompanied by my grandmother, Shathi. But this was no ordinary journey; instead of cars or airplanes, we traveled on a nano-rickshaw along waves of light, heading straight for Planet Mahal. Upon arrival, we found ourselves in an extraordinary tea stall—an otherworldly place with an unparalleled environment.
By Md. Solayman Hossain Sabuj2 years ago in Fiction
Christine
I should answer her but the fact of what I've just had to do is sinking in. I get up with a groan. Dave is still out for the count and there's no blood. I must have hit him in just the right place to knock him out but he won't stay like that forever. What has your life come to when you're tying the hands of the person you love behind his back to stop him from hurting you or another?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Five: Breach the Beast (Shadows of Orion)
The Approach The Orion facility was a modern fortress, its sleek glass exterior concealing layers of security that would make a prison warden weep with envy. Perched on a ridge overlooking the building, Sam, Maya, and Rachel finalized their plan.
By Marveline Merab2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispers of Ashwood Manor
The Arrival In the sleepy little town of Eldridge Hollow, hidden away between dark forests and fog-shrouded hills, stood Ashwood Manor, notorious throughout the land. Decades had passed since anyone had set foot within its decaying walls. Local lore spoke of the house's dark past: disappearance, madness, and a family curse that seemed to hang over the crumbling stones like a ghost.
By Punit kumar2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Four: A Game of Shadows (Shadows of Orion)
The Hideout Sam parked the SUV in the overgrown driveway of a decrepit cabin deep in the Rockies. The structure looked like it might collapse under the weight of a strong breeze, but that was part of its charm—or so Maya claimed.
By Marveline Merab2 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler
James Jackson was an ordinary young man. He lived a simple life, but he often had strange dreams. These dreams were vivid and unusual. Sometimes, he dreamed about an ancient battlefield. Other times, he saw flying cars and futuristic cities. James thought these dreams were just his imagination. But his life changed completely when he found a strange device in his grandfather's old closet.
By Madiha Mughal2 years ago in Fiction
The Veil of Destiny
Chapter 1: The Heirloom Aryan has always believed his life to be simple. He was a university student, far removed from the world of wealth and influence his family was known for. His father had passed away when he was young, and his mother had always kept him at arm's length from the family business. Growing up, Aryan didn’t even know how vast his family’s wealth truly was. His world consisted of textbooks, friends, and the occasional trip home to his mother's modest house.
By Kishlay jha2 years ago in Fiction
The Unaware Ghost
I have been stuck on this property for a couple decades now, I can leave the house but I can not take a step outside of the property. There seems to be invisible barriers that I cannot cross, and I have not entirely understood the cause of this. My hands slip through everything I try to touch or grab unless I focus really hard on whichever item it is that I am trying to move to be able to make it move. I look normal to myself, in fact I still look human, but every one that has been to this house throughout the last couple of decades seem to not be able to see me. Every single person that has been here during that time span just seems to look right through me like I am invisible. I can hear the conversations they have and the way they call my house their house. Which I don’t remember ever putting my house up for sale, it should still be my house but so many different families have been here throughout the last couple of decades. After awhile I decided to start trying to scare them away, I started throwing random objects on the floor and moving things in the house around as well as setting off the different electronics they bring to the house with them.
By Thomas Fletcher2 years ago in Fiction
