Stream of Consciousness
Whispers of the Himalayas
The wind howled through the narrow valley, carrying with it a chill that seemed to claw at Rahul’s bones. He pulled his shawl tighter around his shoulders as he stood at the edge of the cliff, peering into the endless expanse of mountains that rose and fell like ancient waves, frozen in time. Somewhere, far below, the village of Kalpa was wrapped in mist, obscured by the thick veil of fog that always seemed to hover over the Himalayas at dusk.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)2 years ago in Fiction
The Encounter
It was an ordinary afternoon when Ruth first saw Daniel. The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city streets. Ruth had just finished work and was making her usual walk through the park, her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck to fight off the crisp chill in the air. The leaves crunched under her boots, and the air smelled of cinnamon and faint traces of burning wood from nearby chimneys.
By Chiamaka Jennifer2 years ago in Fiction
I have a story to tell, but I might not make it out of here alive.
I have a story to tell, but I might not make it out of here alive. Everything feels very cramped. I don’t really feel like I have a ton of rights at the moment. Some days, I just listen and listen and listen… I hear the humdrum of voices and other sounds on the other sides of these walls. The conversations that people have around me don’t really make a lot of sense in my mind. They are just words, I guess. Some voices are kind of familiar. Every now and then, there are new voices that I don’t recognize.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent March: A Stranger’s Quest for Redemption in the Himalayas. AI-Generated.
Remi stood at the edge of the Himalayas, unsure of why he came. His life was a mess, full of regrets and mistakes. The towering mountains, silent and strong, seemed like the only place where he might find peace. Maybe here, in this endless wilderness, he could finally escape the guilt that had followed him for years.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)2 years ago in Fiction
The Rich Man's Clothes. Top Story - September 2024.
An emperor who had no clothes was once gifted with a rich man's attire. Wearing them seemed like a breeze in the air covering his soul. His steps quickened and the marvellous seemed possible. Even his daydreams seemed remarkable but there was nowhere to put them so he stuffed his hands in his pockets. With no touch to his senses, the world became cloudy - no gift giving his new point of view. Through the mind of an apple, his thoughts grew...if only I can. The apple became a new world he could almost taste. Then he realized that the apple and the clothes were not his own, nor the windswept thoughts between the threads. So he made bare his mortality and walked naked in the sunlight.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Fiction
Knights of Vocaldom. Top Story - September 2024.
They seemed an endless horde across that morning field. Soulless soldiers of metal, animated by greed, stood row by row as fog filled the narrow valley. The endless ranks of automatons had long assaulted their realm, and yet today they would be held. The enemy bore no banners, for there was no cause nor honor to them.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Little Red Leaf. Content Warning.
All the leaves are brown, and the skies are grey. Autumn is here and you're away. I look at the richness of the world around me, the pageantry of royal colour in the golds and the reds and the oranges that adorn the trees in their final flourish and it makes me sad that you can't see it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
What's in a Name
I realize that you don’t know me. My name is Alfred Griffen. Well, that’s not my real name. They told me not to tell anyone my real name. They said that it would be safer if people didn’t know who I really am. Of course, you don’t know who “they” are. It doesn't make a difference anyway. They told me not to tell anyone who they are, either. In my line of work, secrecy is very important. It’s not really work. I’m not being paid. It’s just the right thing to do.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Living By The Sword. Content Warning.
Remember, son. There is no worse feeling than dying from the sword you carry- I was following this man, that was walking in silence in front of me, acting as if I wasn't even there. I felt like an uneasy shadow, following someone I'll never see the face of. I held on to my sword, hanging there on the left of my hips, ready to be pulled in an instant, this sword I've had for as long as I can remember.
By YonathanJ - Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Liar. Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Glasses clink. Laughter rises and falls, following the ebb and flow of conversation as the tides do the rising and setting of the moon. Overheard, light slowly fades, the blazing glow of the sun pulling darkness behind it like a blanket draped across a world soon to sleep.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Hope of the Ancients
Description: In a bleak, ravaged future where Earth lies in ruins, Elara and her band of resilient survivors stumble upon an ancient secret buried deep within the remnants of a forgotten civilization. They uncover a powerful device capable of restoring their desolate world, but it comes with a dire warning of a force that could spell their doom. Torn between the promise of salvation and the terror of unleashed destruction, Elara must make a fateful choice. Her decision to activate the device sets in motion a breathtaking transformation—and a catastrophic threat. Their story becomes an epic cautionary tale of the perils of tampering with forces beyond human control.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Fiction






