Short Story
When the Dead Dance at Midnight
The zombies arrived during the wedding reception, which struck me as poor timing even by apocalypse standards. I had been watching Charlotte from across the pavilion, my ex-fiancée in her bridesmaid dress, laughing at something the groom said. Three years since she left me. Three years since I learned you could love someone completely while they felt nothing similar in return. The wound had mostly healed, I thought, until I saw her again tonight.
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Fiction
NEON BLOOD EMPIRE
The night the city tried to kill her the sky was burning red and the alarms never stopped screaming and Nyx Virel stood in the middle of Sector Nine with blood on her hands not all of it hers watching a skyscraper collapse like a dying giant behind her while drones hunted her name through the air the city of Axiom Prime was not supposed to look afraid it was built to dominate to control to erase weakness but tonight it was trembling because Nyx had stolen something that was never meant to be touched the Core Seed a living quantum intelligence buried under the city for two hundred years and every gang every syndicate every artificial god connected to the grid wanted her dead Nyx did not run because she was scared she ran because standing still meant extinction and as she jumped across broken rails and burning streets memories flashed of the moment she met Kael Draven the man who taught her how to survive how to shoot without hesitation how to love without fear and how to trust in a world that punished trust the moment she landed hard on the steel bridge her comm crackled with his voice calm sharp alive telling her he was coming that he would get her out like he always did but this time the city itself had turned into a weapon and the gangs were not just criminals anymore they were armies enhanced by illegal cybernetic rituals feeding on fear and data and Nyx knew this was no longer a job gone wrong this was war and she was at the center of it whether she wanted to be or not
By Diab the story maker 9 months ago in Fiction
Cages
Fey I spin in a circle, twin daggers raised before me, eyes scanning each unfamiliar character with heightened suspicion. “Join us, join us.” The chant echoes in my bones, a chilling wail rising in an echoing melody against the rocky earthen ceiling above us. Every hair on my body stands on end.
By Phoenixica249 months ago in Fiction
That Arrived Too Late. AI-Generated.
The clock on the wall showed 2:17 a.m. The room was quiet, heavy with the kind of silence that keeps sleep away. Ayaan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing without direction. Just as he turned to check the time again, his phone vibrated softly on the nightstand.
By shakir hamid9 months ago in Fiction
Train Ride
I have an unexpected guest on my trip and it intrigued me most when she appeared in an instant out of thin air. I pick up nearly every soul that makes this journey and it is only the souls that have chosen their trip that appear as she has done. Clara, the name fits her bright aura. I can see her future, if she was not on the train, and it is like her, bright.
By Rae Brooks9 months ago in Fiction
