Short Story
Snowman
It was that song. If it wasn’t for that stupid song, I would have never been in this situation. The moment it started playing, the song, and the idea, was stuck in my head. It just kept playing over and over again in my mind. It asked a very simple question and I had to respond. “Do you want to build a snowman?” The thing is, I did want to build a snowman. I really did. I know, I know. Now the song is stuck in your head too. Forgive me. I promise, it will go away. Eventually.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
The Reasons Behind Astronauts Venturing into Space
Space has always captivated the curiosity of humankind, serving as a gateway to unexplored realms and pushing the boundaries of our understanding. The journey into space by astronauts goes beyond mere scientific exploration; it plays a pivotal role in the overall development and progress of humanity. In this article, we will delve into the fundamental reasons driving astronauts to venture into space, exploring the multifaceted aspects that contribute to this awe-inspiring endeavor.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran3 years ago in Fiction
A Cat Called Chicken
It started when I brought this kitten home. I'm not a cat person, but I couldn't leave it there on the bus. It had hit the window awkwardly when the tramp woke with an unintelligible yell, pulled it out of an inside pocket, and tossed it aside.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Inner Canvas. Content Warning.
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there lived a young man named Sam. He was like any other person, facing the daily struggles and challenges that life threw at him. Sam had a regular job, a modest apartment, and a circle of friends. However, there was something unique about him - he had a profound understanding of the power that lay within.
By Sadia Batool Pansota3 years ago in Fiction
Hacking Hearts in a Loveless World.
The humid night air clung to Ava's skin like a second layer of grime as she hunched over her laptop on the rooftop. Neon bled across the cityscape, staining the clouds with its synthetic glow. The incessant drone of hovercars was a mechanical lullaby to the loveless world below, a world where every heartbeat to the cold rhythm of an algorithm, and romance was a dusty artifact from a forgotten age.
By Kiunique Young3 years ago in Fiction
"The Winter Whisper of Change"
In the quiet embrace of winter, the snow painted the land white, creating a canvas of purity in which sounds were drowned in their own pristine beauty. The trees bowed under the weight of their soft mantle, silent witnesses of the transformation that each flake conferred on the landscape.
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Arrested for Creating Human Statues
January 20, 2024 Boulder, CO On Friday Dr. Elijah Sudema, a geneticist at the University of Colorado Arnoult lab, made his first appearance at the Boulder County Court. Dr. Elijah Sudema was arrested on 14 counts of medical malpractice, reckless endangerment, first-degree assault, first-degree false imprisonment, theft of medical products, stolen property, 4 counts of embezzlement, and 2 counts of real estate fraud.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
A Letter's Life. Top Story - January 2024.
I felt your emotions as you wrote them, pure and heartfelt. Your cool breath sinks into my pores as it whispers across my surface. The ink took some time to dry before you could stuff me into the private walls of an envelope. It’s dark but breathable within its confines. The sound of the envelope roars in your anxious hands. You seem sure but fearful, but more sure than fearful. I like that you’re following your heart.
By Laydee B Writes3 years ago in Fiction
The Rider 2: Electric Boogaloo
The bridge is silent. Not even the dark waters crashing upon the steel beams made a noise, the strong winds and stormy waves silent as mice. It’s as if someone pressed mute on the world. I lay on my motorcycle, my head at the back of my bike and my feet kicked up over the handlebar. I stare at the sky above, wondering about what the world was like before. I wondered how many people crossed this same bridge, where they were going, what feelings they had. I imagine a movie-like world, where everyone is full of joy and drives to do something great. I wonder if anyone ever faced the same fate I face now. In the end, the world is no longer our own. This once bustling bridge is empty, and there is no hope for any human who is damned to wander this forsaken planet.
By Aidan Comstock3 years ago in Fiction
