Mystery
The Last Hope of the Ancients
Description: In a bleak, ravaged future where Earth lies in ruins, Elara and her band of resilient survivors stumble upon an ancient secret buried deep within the remnants of a forgotten civilization. They uncover a powerful device capable of restoring their desolate world, but it comes with a dire warning of a force that could spell their doom. Torn between the promise of salvation and the terror of unleashed destruction, Elara must make a fateful choice. Her decision to activate the device sets in motion a breathtaking transformation—and a catastrophic threat. Their story becomes an epic cautionary tale of the perils of tampering with forces beyond human control.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Fiction
A Quiet Stroll
A Quiet Stroll D. A. Ratliff I peeked out the lacy curtains covering the parlor window, watching Bishop Strong walk toward his waiting car. Good riddance. I didn’t think I could bear another minute with that stuffy, pompous man. I also didn’t think I could stand another moment with the hideous lacy curtains. I am a man of simplicity, and frilly things annoy me. I chuckled. Perhaps I am as pompous as the good bishop.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home: A Journey Through Shadows . AI-Generated.
The rain poured heavily against the windows of the nearly empty train car, casting long streaks of water like tears across the glass. Evelyn sat alone, her breath fogging the window as she stared out into the dark, unrecognizable landscape that sped by. She had taken this route a thousand times before, but tonight something felt different.
By James Bond2 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding-Chapter 6
Chapter Six- Kelsey My foot taps against the leg of my chair as I sit in the cafe of Barnes and Noble. My back is to the door, so I will have no clue when she walks in. I drink my chai latte and scroll through Instagram, desperately needing a distraction from the situation I am about to find myself in.
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Fiction
Too Late For White Flags
The last glimmer of light diminished in the sky above, on the eve of war. Thom and Gwen looked at each other for the last time, free from the blood, death and misery. The screech of devastating machines of their creation eviscerated the land ahead.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Start of the Hiatus
Officer Drew Account. The Whiskey Hotel was fine. A sentiment attached to every statement of the few surviving concert-goers the night of October 10th, the day of the C.P. Holly Concert Hall disaster. If the band were the only ones saying it, it wouldn’t rub Me wrong in the slightest. A four hundred-seat venue un-packed of its floor seating for the standing sort of crowd to stretch the limit of the maximum occupancy for a return to their roots. The firefighters weren't the only ones disturbed, but their battle went from ragefully unkillable to smoldering reminisces of a once proud city staple. A cause felt impossible to determine and somehow stumped a twelve-year veteran fire chief who joined the investigation personally. Tickets were sold by the row despite that not mattering, according to the witnesses I picked up with front row stubs. Claims of where the fire originated were extremely egregious as I found some starry-eyed grievers and asked a few folks from the nose bleeds. They called the experience a bonding enlightenment akin to Burning Man, and it sent shivers down the spine, ending at the mass grave of over a hundred sixty people. Chief Grimm and I started with……..
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
My Murderer. Top Story - September 2024.
I know who did it, who murdered me. Though, does it really matter? According to the “Stipulations,” to seek vengeance means an endless Hell. Reparation doesn’t seem to satisfy my unforeseen interim either, given that I’d still be gone. This sort of dilemma is exactly why I avoided dependency in human interaction in the first place. Nonetheless, it seems my attempts to live my life solely about my own ambitions, keeping my business my own, was in vain.
By Hyde Wunderli 2 years ago in Fiction
The Reluctant Psychic
"You do realise that this is all bogus, don't you? She's a charlatan, preying on your unresolved grief, purloining silver from your purse and placing cotton wool words around your heart, telling you what she thinks you want to hear. You're all fools! If I were you, I wouldn't spend a minute longer here. Go and live, for Heaven's sake!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction







