Short Story
The Last Storyteller of Earth. AI-Generated.
The world had grown quiet. Too quiet. The skies once filled with the hum of airplanes and the chatter of life were now empty. Cities stood as silent monuments to a time when laughter echoed through the streets. The air no longer carried the scent of rain on pavement or the warmth of sunlit afternoons. It was cold and still as if the Earth itself was holding its breath.
By Muzammil Faraz2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Lincoln Bayer was down on his luck. Scratch that. Lincoln Bayer had been down on his luck for the twenty-seventh year in a row as he hit his twenty-seventh birthday. He’d been born a child of a now-defunct factory in the Iron Reach and orphaned by the time he was two. Since then, he’d come of age under the harsh lights and hard hands of the pauper houses that littered the Sprawl, taking in its endless wave of abandoned children. He’d learned early how to scrape by–selling scrap, picking pockets, and dodging corpos in the deadly streets of Vargos, yet no amount of windfall ever seemed to be enough.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
Code of the Heart: A Hacker’s Love Story
Introduction: In the vast digital world where codes and firewalls define boundaries, a lone hacker named Ryan operated in the shadows. Feared by corporations and chased by authorities, he found solace only in the glow of his screen—until he met Emily. She was everything he never expected: kind, curious, and untouched by the darkness he lived in. As their love story unfolded, Ryan faced a dilemma—one last dangerous hack that could cost him everything. In a world where trust was fragile and secrets were deadly, could love be his redemption, or would it be his downfall?
By Amar Zaidi2 years ago in Fiction
The Letter in the Attic: A Secret That Changed Everything
The Letter in the Attic The attic smelled of dust and forgotten years. Clara wiped her hands on her jeans, leaving streaks of gray on the denim, and stared at the box in front of her. Its edges were frayed, the cardboard softened by time. Her father had always been a man of few words, but now, in the silence of his empty house, she wished she had asked more questions.
By Dinesh Maurya2 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge of Lost Moments.
Prologue: The Promise Beneath the Stars A decade ago, on a chilly autumn evening, Elena and Mark first met on the weathered planks of the Cedar Grove Bridge. Back then, the bridge was a crumbling relic overlooking a sleepy river, forgotten by the bustling city nearby. Elena, an aspiring architect, had been sketching its arches; Mark, a freelance writer, was scribbling poetry about its whispers of the past. Their connection was instant—a collision of creativity and curiosity. By midnight, they made a pact: “No matter how busy life gets, we’ll meet here every month to remember who we are.”
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Fiction
Why I Took the Oracle IaaS Certification and How It Transformed My Career
There was a time when cloud computing felt overwhelming to me. As a Microsoft Azure Developer, I had experience working with cloud solutions, but I wanted to expand my expertise beyond Azure. Oracle Cloud Infrastructure (OCI) was gaining traction, and I saw an opportunity to future-proof my career by earning the Oracle Infrastructure as a Service (IaaS) Certification. Little did I know, this decision would completely change my professional trajectory.
By David johns2 years ago in Fiction
The Wells of Our Past
When we got water from wells.......... Today, water is piped to our homes, but in the past we had wells to get water. Living on a small hilltop, we had to go down about two hundred meters to get water. There were several wells near the paddy fields on several sides.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
