Short Story
Echoes Of Justice
In a single day, Emma’s world shattered. A brutal tragedy stole her entire family - her loving father, her gentle mother, and her identical twin sister, Emelia. The loss was a storm that ravaged her soul, leaving her adrift in a sea of grief and unanswered questions.
By Antonnia Garuba3 years ago in Fiction
First Contact Meet Cute 👽 Science Fiction Comedy Romance ❤️
Witness the whimsical and heartwarming First Contact Meet Cute,’ a sci-fi comedy romance that’s as unique as it is delightful. Follow Riley, a woman whose post-Netflix existential ponderings are abruptly interrupted by the unexpected arrival of a sleek, otherworldly spaceship and its charming, if somewhat unconventional, alien occupant. Perfect for fans of romance with a twist of humor and a dash of cosmic wonder, ‘First Contact Meet Cute’ promises to take you on an unforgettable journey. Listen to the audiobook podcast episode for the full experience, and let the cosmos guide you to laughter, love, and a touch of magic. Love, Vivia.
By The Pleasure Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight. Top Story - April 2024. Content Warning.
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
Sixty Seconds of Good fortune
As the clock struck early afternoon, Sarah hurried out of her place of business, her psyche whirling with cutoff times and daily agendas. She shot across the clamoring road, barely trying not to slam into a cyclist as she advanced toward the bistro on the corner. Inside, the smell of newly blended espresso and prepared merchandise encompassed her, quickly shipping her to a universe of warmth and solace. She rushed to the counter, putting in her request with a harried grin prior to filtering the jam-packed space for an unfilled seat. Detecting an empty table close to the window, Sarah got a move on, her heart hustling with expectation. Yet, similarly as she contacted guarantee her spot, she crashed into an outsider - a tall, dull haired man with kind eyes and an incapacitating grin. "Sorry," she stammered, cheeks flushing with humiliation as she staggered in reverse. "No, my issue completely," the man answered with a laugh, stretching out a hand to help her consistent herself. Their eyes met, and in that transitory second, something moved between them - a flash of acknowledgment, a common feeling of good fortune. Sarah experienced a glow spread through her chest as she looked at him, a feeling of association blooming between them in a moment. "Might I at any point get you an espresso?" the man asked, his voice delicate and welcoming. Sarah delayed the slightest bit, her brain dashing with vulnerability. However at that point, with an act of pure trust, she gestured, a grin pulling at the edges of her lips. As they sat together, tasting their espresso and trading stories, Sarah felt the heaviness of the world lift from her shoulders. Amidst the turmoil and commotion of the city, she had tracked down a snapshot of tranquility - a brief however lovely experience that helped her to remember the enchanted that could be viewed as in the most surprising of spots. Furthermore, as the sixty seconds ticked by, Sarah understood that occasionally, all it took was a risk experience and a common grin to steer a day - and maybe even a lifetime. As Sarah and the outsider traded merriments, time appeared to stop, each passing second extending into endlessness. They discussed everything and nothing - their #1 books, cherished, lifelong recollections, dreams for what's to come. With each word traded, Sarah felt herself drawn further into the discussion, enamored by the outsider's simple appeal and certified warmth. Behind the scenes, the jabber of the bistro blurred into a delicate murmur, the world external dissolving endlessly as Sarah and the outsider got derailed in their own little air pocket of luck. Maybe they were the main two individuals on the planet, associated by an imperceptible string that challenged existence. As the minutes ticked by, Sarah ended up opening up to the outsider in a manner she hadn't with any other person previously. She shared her expectations and fears, her victories and frustrations, uncovering her inner self to this man she had just barely met. What's more, consequently, he tuned in with careful focus, offering uplifting statements and backing that contacted her heart. All of a sudden, sixty seconds had transformed into an hour, yet it seemed like no time had elapsed by any stretch of the imagination. Hesitantly, Sarah looked at her watch, acknowledging with a beginning that she was late for her gathering. With a moan, she accumulated her things, getting ready to leave. In any case, as she rose from her seat, the outsider connected and tenderly grasped her hand, his touch sending a shudder down her spine. "Will I see you once more?" he asked, his eyes scanning hers for a response. Sarah wavered, conflicted between the draw of the current second and the requests of the rest of the world. However at that point, with a grin, she gestured, her heart overflowing with recently discovered trust and probability. As she ventured out into the clamoring road, Sarah couldn't resist the opportunity to feel appreciative for the unforeseen experience that had lit up her day and gave her a much needed boost. Amidst life's disorder and vulnerability, she had tracked down a snapshot of association and satisfaction - an update that occasionally, the most mysterious minutes are the ones that occur in a split second.
By Nameless writer3 years ago in Fiction
Hail The Black Prince. Content Warning.
I am Dieudonné. I can see the true face of people. Far from a curse, I see it as a blessing. I chased away my father, for he had the face of a coward. I left my mother, for she had the face of a liar. And everyday under the cruel sun I saw countless faces; not of brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers, no, far from that! But of rats scurrying about. Their eyes blacker even than their skin, and what drives them truly, darker still.
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The last call
The computerized clock on the dashboard flickered 11:59 PM as Emily's vehicle hustled down the unfilled parkway. Her heart beat against her ribcage, matching the mood of the windshield wipers engaging the downpour. She looked at her telephone, the screen showing a solitary missed call from her better half, Imprint.
By Bilal Ansari3 years ago in Fiction
Laughter in the Face of Unexpected Discoveries
In a small town nestled deep within the heart of a vibrant African village, there lived a man named Olu. Olu was known for being a hardworking and dedicated husband, but lately, he had grown suspicious of his wife's activities. He couldn't shake the feeling that she might be cheating on him. Filled with doubts and an overwhelming desire to uncover the truth, Olu decided to seek the guidance of a renowned juju man in his village.
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Mist
Prologue: In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled in the mist-covered mountains, a sense of unease shrouds the community. Whispers of a long-forgotten secret linger in the air, waiting to be uncovered by those brave enough to seek the truth.
By Hardesakin Hadedeji3 years ago in Fiction
