Short Story
After the Falls
After the Falls D. A. Ratliff “I watched the waterfall, hoping to ease my nerves about what was coming.” I looked up from the book I was reading to see life imitating art. Before me, an idyllic waterfall flowed into a plunge pool along a quiet stream. The vibrant colors of the leaves glowed in the sunlight—a spot where anyone should feel at peace from the soothing sound of the falling water.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Jimmy And The White Rat. Content Warning.
Jimmy pedaled steadily down the quiet road, his old bike protesting with every turn of the wheels. The rusty chain ground with a low, metallic rattle, as if whispering complaints in time with his movements. Each push of his foot brought a faint squeak from somewhere on the left side. Most people would probably find this noisy bike unbearable, but it was either this or ride the bus every day, and he didn’t plan on ever doing that again. The last time he had, Donnie and Jake had pinned him down and taken turns spitting on him. Even if he had to walk three miles to and from school, he’d never set foot on another school bus.
By Altum Veritas2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Normal Day
I often think back to that morning, the last normal one our civilization would ever experience. The sun was rising over the ruins of what the ancient humans had called "Minneapolis," casting long shadows through the crumbling concrete structures. I was watching Junior Researcher Vrr'tp carefully brush dust from another layer of sediment, just as they had done hundreds of times before. Everything seemed so ordinary, so scientific, so blissfully boring.
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Fiction
Brain Rot. Top Story - November 2024.
Laughter echoed through the glass walls and ricocheted like a bullet down the smooth hallway. She was laughing for no good reason and the techs knew as much. It was just another daydream of slitting her throat and spilling all those warm red secrets across the floor.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. Content Warning.
For too long, I’d led a life many would consider normal. Thanks to my parents, I’d knuckled down and graduated from university with a first in Economics. Which secured me a job in a large investment bank in the city. Tick tock, life went like clockwork.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Equation of Rest
The clock chimed at 3 a.m., its steady tone breaking the silence of my study. Slowly, I lifted my head off the table, fighting the pull of sleep as I blinked at the dim light of my desk lamp. "That was a good power nap," I muttered, trying to convince myself, even as exhaustion tugged at my eyes. With a determined sigh, I clicked on my stopwatch and glanced around my cluttered workspace. Pages were scattered across the table, each one filled with tangled equations and fragments of ideas. Numbers, formulas, and symbols all intertwined in the pursuit of a single goal—a proof that had eluded me for months.
By Marwa Jawad2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Echo of Orion
Captain Eli Navarro was a man of few words and even fewer fears. He’d piloted ships through asteroid storms, explored uncharted planets, and braved the volatile moons of Titan, but nothing had prepared him for the vast, empty silence of deep space. On the tenth month of his mission, he and his ship, The Orion, drifted toward the farthest edges of the galaxy—a dark, undiscovered region known only by rumor.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Fiction
