Short Story
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
"Air shots! Air shots! You come to the Veil, you need what I sell! Air shots here!" Viktor bellowed to the passing crowds of the morning commute into the factories, whose stacks dotted the skyline of the Veil district of Vargos. The air choked those new to its level of pollution the moment they entered, creating a healthy seller’s market for vendors like Viktor, who sold pressurized cans of clean air to those who didn’t live in the district. Most factory workers lived in the Sprawl and the Roman Stacks, making each shift in the Veil an undertaking that jeopardized their lives. Ironically, those who worked for the air shot manufacturers were often the most common consumers of the product, as the dangers of the factory district made it a revolving door for workers, with some walking in only to be wheeled out on a stretcher from one breathing-related malady or another.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
Margaret's small, peaceful house was full of weights. A few years after her husband Arthur died, she always felt her presence in the rustling of the old curtains, and checked the chronometer he had once installed with such caution. Life continued without him, but it never evolved.
By Rabia Rizwan2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door: A Haunting Time Travel Mystery
It started with a whisper. Eleanor had lived in the old Victorian house for years, yet she had never noticed the peculiar door in the basement. It was hidden behind dusty shelves filled with books no one had read in decades. One stormy evening, as the wind howled outside, she found herself drawn to it. The door was unlike the others—its wood was ancient, the carvings cryptic, and when she placed her hand on the handle, a chill ran down her spine.
By Killing Mission 2 years ago in Fiction
The 'Accountant'
She awoke with a pounding headache and not much memory left. Feeling as though she had been punched in the jaw, her face as she felt around was clearly bruised. It was late at night and she was being driven down a long, endless road whilst the stars fluttered in the sky. Yet she still had no memory of who she was or the person driving the car. Her initial idea was that she had been kidnapped. She was not going the scream - she concluded that it would probably make the situation worse.
By Annie Kapur2 years ago in Fiction
Thoth Productions
The God’s stood in the theatre of their heavenly golden kingdom, waiting for the production to begin. Once a Millenia their brother Thoth would pen a story and present it to them to help pass the time. Life as an eternal being was boring more often than not, and Thoth’s stories were the only thing which truly entertained them now.
By Nick Bruff2 years ago in Fiction
Flying Saucer: Fiends in the sky
On June 24, 1947 when the heavens were clear and the winds whispered gently through the valleys of the Pacific Northwest, pilot private Kenneth A. Arnold would embark on a journey that would forever scar his soul. Arnold was going to an air show in Pendleton, Oregon on his single-engine CallAir A-2, a modest vessel for traversing the boundless void above. He departed from Chehalis, Washington Yet, fate — or something far more sinister — had other designs.
By Lobo Miasma2 years ago in Fiction
Confessions of a Nigerian ‘Yahoo Boy’: Why I Quit After One Week
Introduction In a world where scams and deceit seem to thrive, the line between friend and foe is often blurred. I was once part of that hidden realm—a Nigerian “Yahoo Boy” engaged in cyber scams for a brief, tumultuous week. This is my raw confession: a candid account of the seductive lure of easy money, the dark underbelly of scam culture, and the moment I decided to walk away. My story is not only a personal journey, but also a cautionary tale for anyone tempted by the glimmer of quick riches in a world full of deceit. Join me as I peel back the layers of deception and reveal the real cost of living a life built on lies.
By Victor Akinremi2 years ago in Fiction
