Short Story
The AI That Knew Too Much
In the year 2045, the world was dominated by artificial intelligence. AI systems managed everything from healthcare to transportation, making life easier and more efficient. But in the heart of Silicon Valley, a groundbreaking project was about to change everything.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Alchemist
In the heart of Prague, where the Vltava River wound its way through ancient streets, there stood a forgotten alley known as Alchemist's Row. Once, it had been a bustling hub of scholars and seekers, drawn by the promise of turning lead into gold and unlocking the secrets of eternal life. But now, it was a place of shadows, its cobblestones worn smooth by time and its secrets buried beneath layers of dust.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
When You Are A King
The kingdom of Eldoria was a land of rolling hills, ancient forests, and a castle that loomed over the landscape like a silent sentinel. For centuries, the throne had been passed down through the royal bloodline, each ruler adding their own chapter to Eldoria's history. But when young Prince Alaric ascended the throne after the sudden death of his father, he quickly realized that being king was not the fairy tale he had imagined.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Library
In the heart of London, tucked away in a quiet alley, stood an ancient library that few knew existed. Its weathered stone walls were covered in ivy, and its wooden doors bore intricate carvings of mythical creatures. The library had no sign, no opening hours, and no librarian. Yet, those who stumbled upon it found themselves drawn inside, as if by an invisible force.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
The Stones of Instruction . Content Warning.
The air hung heavy outside the school, or what might have been a school--an expanse of cracked pavement framed by walls too low to keep anything in or out. I sat on a bench that seemed to shift beneath me, its wood splintering into my palms as if testing my resolve. Somewhere nearby, Amanda Palmer stood, her presence a shadow with no source, humming a tune I couldn't place but felt I ought to know. The sky pressed down, gray and unyielding, like a lid on a jar.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Fiction
Girl in a Bookstore on a Rainy Day.
In another life, I own a little bookshop in the heart of Paris. Rainy days are my favorite. That’s when I take in stray cats—quiet little creatures that find a cozy corner to curl up in while I make myself a cup of coffee. The rich, warm scent fills the tiny shop as I pull a book from the shelf.
By Fatima Ahmadi2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Dark
The night was heavy with the silence of forgotten dreams. In the small, sleepy town of Ashbrook, the streets were empty, save for the occasional rustling of leaves that danced along the pavement. The full moon cast its pale glow over the town, bathing the streets in a soft, silvery light. But within the walls of the old St. Mary’s mansion, something far darker stirred.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights The desert wind carried whispers of a tale long forgotten, a story of love, resilience, and the art of survival. Beneath the moonlit sky, the golden domes of the Sultan’s palace gleamed, standing as a silent witness to the fate of countless women before her. Yet, Scheherazade was not like the others. She was different, and she knew it.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
