Short Story
The Gilded Remnants
The setting sun painted the ruins of Old Manhattan in hues of amber and gold – a cruel reminder of what had driven humanity to the brink. Marcus stood at the edge of the underground bunker's entrance, watching his daughter Terra collect bioluminescent mushrooms that now thrived in the shadows of fallen skyscrapers. Twenty years had passed since the Great Resource War of 2030 had reduced Earth's major cities to radioactive ash.
By The Dreamer Faisal2 years ago in Fiction
A Peculiar Holiday Challenge
A Peculiar Holiday Groundhog Day might seem like a lighthearted tradition—waiting to see if a shadow foretells more winter—but there’s something inherently strange about it. A holiday built around a single moment, a single creature, and a single question holds endless possibilities for twists, turns, and surprises.
By Altum Veritas2 years ago in Fiction
Crush: An Unwritten Love Story
The silence of a loud town, which resonated with life in the rhythm of a song, was what had always enthralled Arjun, a vision from afar. Maya stood before him—a breath of the moment, blowing across his mind—a gentle touch, a sweet caress, and yet something forever out of reach. Each time she brushed past him in the crowded streets or shared a laughter that danced lightly on the wind, Arjun felt his heart race tumultuously, beating like a drum echoing through a cavern of unprocessed emotions. Yet, despite these electric moments between them, their lives never quite intersected meaningfully. For Arjun, he became only a passing face, someone whose gaze clung a bit too long, whose adoration lay behind facades of shyness.
By Mahendra Kumar Behera2 years ago in Fiction
Last Moments
The sunlight cast a shade of green over the water, the stones underneath the surface glinting like gold nuggets. Fish swam around them and crickets quietly chirped in the nearby reeds. Lewis Haien lay in a small rubber dinghy which glided along the lake, staring at the snow-white clouds wandering slowly across the bright summer sky while his thoughts were once again swept up in his memories on the recent past.
By Christian Bass2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
The last train of the night hummed quietly as it began its journey south. Sarah was alone in the car, her eyes tired but sharp, her mind still racing. It had been a long day, and the office lights were still flickering in her head, the hum of her computer echoing in her skull as she tried to forget the pile of emails waiting for her tomorrow. It was late — too late for a train, she thought. But she had no choice. The thought of going back to her empty apartment, her tiny apartment, the apartment that now seemed like a cage, was unbearable.
By Pooja Vishwakarma2 years ago in Fiction
