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The Manuscript Beneath the Monastery
I have long resisted telling this story—not because it lacks proof, but because the proof itself should never be uncovered again. Yet time has a way of eroding fear, and memory demands a voice. What I am about to recount is not invention, nor drunken folklore whispered in candlelit taverns. It is something I witnessed, something that followed me long after I fled the mountains of Transylvania.
By Gaurav Gupta14 days ago in Fiction
Everyone Had a Number Above Their Head… Except Me
The first time I noticed it, I thought I was tired. It was a Monday morning, the kind that drags itself into your bones before your alarm even rings. I was standing in a crowded bus, sweat sticking to my back, when I looked up and saw it.
By Millicent Chisom16 days ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 16 days ago in Fiction
The Disappeared Pianist. AI-Generated.
Detective Sarah Chen stared at the empty concert hall, her neural implant throbbing with phantom pain. The Vienna Philharmonic had performed here last night—she remembered the reviews, the social media buzz, the standing ovation. But when she pulled up the footage, the stage showed only an orchestra minus one crucial element: no pianist.
By Alpha Cortex16 days ago in Fiction
Dasher Diligence
Murphy is awakened by his “Bad to the Bone” alarm clock on his phone so he can start his day. “Oh wow I got a major headache. I probably shouldn’t have ate all that junk food last night, but what can I say? It was Friday night and I wanted something cheap and greasy. It ain’t my fault that Chinese food hits so good after a long Friday’s work. Needless to say, my arms and legs feel heavy like weights have been tied to my limbs so every time I move I feel a jolt of pain.”
By Joe Patterson16 days ago in Fiction
Broken and Driven . Content Warning.
It’s done. I have saved our species…. I have saved our planet…. And in so doing I have embraced my own damnation. I know, on a cognitive level, I am the greatest hero humanity has ever known. But in my soul that I am also our greatest villain....
By Sam Spinelli17 days ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe17 days ago in Fiction
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs17 days ago in Fiction
