The Arcade
Microfiction Feat: Dr Insidious
There was an arcade at the old building. It was only open during school hours. Kids would ditch school to go there. It was ran by a man named Dr Insidious. He wasn't a real doctor, and that was just the name he used. One day an arrogant annoying boy skipped school and told him his games were too easy. Unaffected, Dr Insidious challenged him to his own game-skull dice.
If the boy rolled the dice and a skull appeared Dr Insidious would win. There were 6 sides to the dice with one skull. The boy weighing in on his odds rolled the dice. The skull appeared. Dr Insidious claimed the boy's soul.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Wibblenob
Be afraid, be very afraid! The wibblenob knows all. Santa may not be real to some, but if he was he would know naughty and nice because the wibblenob is omniscient. It is a shape changer and sees everyone, even in our sneakiest times. Perhaps the wibblenob is hiding inside your computer looking at your search history, or he is the taciturn boy who sits alone at lunch. The wibblenob can tell artificial intelligence from the reality, it can see CGI content from the real content and is impervious to propaganda. The wibblenob knows what you are thinking, and above all knows what is in your heart when you do any sort of action. Thieves who steal out of love or need are usually exempt from punishments from whom the wibblenob reports to. Others who steal due to kleptomania get lighter penalties. It is the ones who prey on the vulnerable-the Machiavellis, the narcissists, they need to watch out. I have heard an online scammer whom the wibblenob spot, he had his accounts frozen and locked. The wibblenob's leader then sought the justice needed and the funds returned to the owners. We all need to keep in mind that we do not know what or where the wibblenob is hiding in, what it sees about us, yet it knows everything about us. Beware!
By Sid Aaron Hirji6 months ago in Fiction
Cosmic Rift: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Universe
In the heart of a nameless galaxy, two celestial titans danced an ancient waltz. Their orbits intertwined like lovers' limbs, drawing perilously close with each revolution. Gravity's tender caress held them bound, yet threatened to tear them asunder in a catastrophic embrace.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 days ago in Fiction
High Rise, Deep Impact
I have witnessed a death that I relive every time I step into an elevator. Although it no longer affects me as deeply—given that it's been 11 years since the incident—it remains a heart- rending memory from my first and last day as a paramedic. My initial call to the scene involved a man who seemed to have fallen down the elevator shaft of a high-rise building. Alternatively, it might have been that the elevator moved upwards while he was working on it. Different scenarios were being considered when I arrived.
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Comments (4)
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Be careful what you wish for, the devil is in the details. Good one Sid.
Hahahahahahahhahahaha that boy had it coming! Loved your story!
Horrific!!! Well done!!!❤️❤️💕