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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
Chronos Veil: The Return of Elara
While Nutmeg and Whiskers were in the room of the Chronos Engine, motionless now, the air rippled—full of latent power and creased time. And then the walls of reality that contained them peeled away like gauze, revealing behind the empty space a place beyond dimensions—a lattice of color and movement that grew without limits. Those were the guider's words again—not as thunder, but as a whisper with echo.
By Subhaabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lullaby(Part-2)
You can read out Episode 1 link in below.. Episode 2: The Melody Returns The next day, Mira got up early. Once again, the sky was bright; the storm existed just in memory. But the song remained within her, feeling somehow incomplete.
By StoryTimeabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
Before the Sky Went Quiet: Part III - The Echo That Stayed
Chapter Ten The Letter She Never Sent Mae didn’t cry at the funeral. She sat in the third row with her hands folded tight in her lap, watching the slideshow like she was trying to memorize every photo before it disappeared.
By Tai Songabout 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
Of Another Kind Altogether Part 7
The pale, angular, supraliminal unborn child of Marilyn Mayer, conceived in cosmic tryst, stood in the town square and surveilled the possibilities. He weighed the probabilities. And he summarily dismissed the certainties.
By Gerard DiLeoabout 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
The Third Keeper
The storm churned like a wounded beast. Wind clawed at the cliffs, hurling sheets of rain in wild arcs. Lightning splintered the night, revealing the jagged coastline and, perched defiantly at its edge, a solitary lighthouse—its beam slicing through the tempest like an unblinking eye.
By NoExitStories about a year ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – III: The Ravenous Dark. Content Warning.
Don't forget to read the first two! The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of ShadowsThe Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lullaby
Episode 1: The Rain and the Song The sky had been clear when Ella and Mira walked out of school, with their hands sticky with ink and their bags bulging with half-finished homework. Mira, the younger child, danced and hummed a made-up tune alongside her sister as they trod the dirt path through the fields in the direction of home.
By StoryTimeabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Another Kind Altogether Part 6
“So, Miss Mayer,” Dr. Jacobson offered, “tell me about you. Are you happy? Tell me what you think about things.” Marilyn looked back at the psychiatrist. It was her initial visit with him. “I’m very happy now that I’m pregnant.”
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction