Short Story
OPERATION DAGON
“Shumba ctulla! Darkness come forth!” John Barrow yawned as his false master stood within the pentagram. Winning this one's trust had been the warden's easiest assignment yet. Lightening flashed outside the quaint seaside Victorian—unseasonable yet unassuming to the uninitiated. Cobwebs hung overhead and John watched as one drifted dangerously close to the ghastly number of candles scattered about the turret chamber.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The value of hard work
Beginning my journey as a freelancer, I met my first project; a project that would challenge my abilities and instill the inseparable tenet of work ethic in me. This assignment was not simply any task, but a digital marketing service focused on helping a YouTube channel of a buyer from the UK. This challenge was immense, but it was an opportunity to make a mark in the digital world.
By Ifeoluwa Titilayo2 years ago in Fiction
My Travel to Veritasium
My Travel to Veritasium From Material science to Film-making: When I was a kid, around 10 or 11 a long time ago, I went to a Genghis Khan display at a historical center. I didn't know much about him but that he was a celebrated warrior from a long time back. I anticipated seeing his preserved body, suit of armor, or sword. But when I went to the exhibition hall, all they had were modest parts of earthenware and a few ancient shoes. I was fantastically disillusioned.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Invisible Battle. Content Warning.
In the quiet suburb of Maplewood, where the streets are lined with blooming cherry blossoms and children’s laughter fills the air, lived a man named Alex Miller. To his neighbors, Alex was a picture of stability and success — a loving father, a dedicated husband, and a respected teacher at the local high school. Yet, behind his warm smile and composed demeanor, Alex was fighting an invisible battle, one that many face but few talk about openly: his struggle with mental health.
By Christopher2 years ago in Fiction
In the Glow of Candlelight. AI-Generated.
In the quiet stillness of a cozy evening, amidst the soft flicker of candlelight, Sarah found herself lost in thoughts. The gentle glow danced across the walls, casting a warm embrace over the room. It was one of those rare moments when time seemed to slow down, inviting reflection and tranquility.
By Dinda Wati2 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow's End
"Will there always be a rainbow after the rain?" Sia whispered, flowing by the freezing wind that blew her red mid hair, wet and fuzzy. The rain poured over the night, and she was completely soaked despite the umbrella she was holding.
By Ma. Carmela Maurice Marinda2 years ago in Fiction
The Quest of Eternal Mortality
On Survival The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
