Short Story
Drowned. Content Warning.
As Michelle slowly sank to the freezing water's bottom, she wondered how she could have gone wrong. The favorite child of a successful New York doctor, betrothed to a successful New York lawyer, and on her way home from the most expensive finishing school. Her father had even gotten her tickets onboard a ship sailing its maiden voyage. What could be more exciting than that?
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Redemption
In the heart of a quiet suburban town, where the picket fences whispered tales of imperfect marriages, lived a young woman named Mia. Her childhood was shadowed by the echoes of her parents' tumultuous relationship—a marriage that crumbled under the weight of unspoken tensions and silent resentments. Mia, scarred by the past, yearned for a love that transcended the pain she had witnessed.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
Canvas of Destiny
In the bustling city of Metropolis, where the neon lights danced on the streets and the heartbeat of the nightlife pulsed through the air, lived two souls whose lives were about to take an unexpected turn. Meet Lily, a free-spirited artist with an affinity for chaos, and Jake, a charming playboy with a reputation for keeping things light. Fate, in its mischievous ways, led them to cross paths one fateful night at The Electric Garden—a vibrant club pulsating with energy.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
Harmony Unraveled
In the vibrant town of Harmony Springs, where the rustle of leaves and the melody of birdsong painted a serene backdrop, lived two individuals whose lives were destined to collide. Rohan, a young man with a temperament as fiery as the autumn leaves, grappled with anger issues and a dominant power that often left others around him in awe. On the other side of the spectrum was Aria, a delicate and graceful soul with cascading locks that seemed to dance with the wind. She moved through life with the gentle elegance of a butterfly.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
Fires of Resolve: Arjun's Journey from Rotis to Riches
In the bustling streets of Kailash Nagar, where the aroma of street food mingled with the hustle of daily life, lived a young boy named Arjun. His family, burdened by the weight of financial struggles, relied on the meager earnings he gathered from working at a local food stall. The narrow alleys echoed with the clatter of pots and pans, a symphony of survival for the less fortunate.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Hills of Eldoria
In the quaint town of Eldoria, nestled between rolling hills and serene meadows, lived a young girl named Ayzal. She possessed a heart full of dreams that reached far beyond the boundaries of her small town. Ayzal's father, a humble shop owner, worked tirelessly to make ends meet, while her mother, a dedicated homemaker, managed the affairs of their modest home.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
Who did this, Julie
It is a very sunny morning, and the sun is smiling sadly at the poor recipients of her hot nature, and it is not Sunday. The birds are not chirping as usual, the trees are swaying slowly, humming to a sad melody, and Mrs Owen does not like how she feels listening to it. Mrs Owen is a woman who enjoys nature and pays attention to her surroundings, yet she feels uneasy today. The air appears dense and hazardous like it has been blessed with a large quantity of nitrogen oxide. Even her bubbly neighbour, Mr Taylor, who is always up early and disturbing the whole neighbourhood by chastising his rebel of a son, Junior, is not doing that today. Mrs Owen has this gut feeling that something is not right. Is this just her instinct playing mind games with her and all these a figment of her imagination? However, she decides to wave it all off and focus on the arrangements for her only daughter Julie’s birthday, and just like every year, there will be a party. Nothing must get in the way of all the planning and merriment for this anticipated day. “Maybe I'm just too excited,” she says.
By Oyeleye Ifeoluwa3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Machine
It was deep in the night (9:27 pm) when Marcus heard the Velociraptors again. He tilted his head toward the door and heard the creaking of the stairs, footsteps maybe, but they had a distinct pattern: click, scrape, click, scrape. It sounded like claws.
By Emma Bischof3 years ago in Fiction
Pinkitis
It was very difficult to open my eyes. Their heaviness was strict and severe. I felt extremely tired. My yawning was slowly catching up to my breathing. When my vision seemed to finally work, I found darkness for the first time in my life to be ruling with absolute blackness. I closed my eyes to retest my sense of sight and attempt to recollect my thoughts. When I reopened them, darkness had turned into a blinding illumination of pink light that became tolerable only after a long period of adaptability.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Fiction
Marvel/DC Comics Presents #5
Brainiac 5 New York City, 31st Century "Querl Dox, you are an idiot," Rond said to a less than enthused Brainiac 5. "Rond, your use of colorful verbiage does not deter me from the chance of a lifetime," Brainiac 5 said. "Time travel is now a reality and one that now must be pursued for the good of knowledge."
By Derrick Billups 3 years ago in Fiction
