Sci Fi
“I Found a Phone in the Forest — It Started Receiving Messages From 2045”
The forest behind my town wasn’t famous. It didn’t have a name on any map, and tourists never came. To most people it was just a patch of old trees, tangled paths, and the occasional deer. But to me, it was where I went whenever life felt too loud.
By Maavia tahir6 days ago in Fiction
The City That Sleeps for One Hour
Nerath was a city of contradictions. A jewel in the desert, its towers gleamed like glass spears piercing the sky, its streets pulsed with neon veins, and its people thrived in a rhythm of commerce and culture. Yet beneath its brilliance lay a rule whispered from cradle to grave:
By Salman Writes8 days ago in Fiction
The Trappist Adventure: Chapter 4
Darkness surrounded him as he lay on the cold floor and let the sensation ease the pain of his wounds. Johnny didn’t know how long it had been since their capture. He only knew that it felt like an eternity in hell. Even worse, Johnny had no idea what they did with the doctor.
By The Man Behind The Mask8 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam8 days ago in Fiction
A "Wolf", a Girl and Her Grandmother
The Observer's eyes had no whites; they were simply two glowing red points in the dark. His face, which a human might describe as unmistakably wolf-like, was covered in luxuriant red fur. An elegant, black-tipped nose — moist with his breath — and a long lipless mouth with a double row of white teeth completed his visage.
By Brian Loo Soon Hua8 days ago in Fiction
The Cat in the Box
The humans have a story about one of us. How do I know this? It's because they talk among themselves while they take care of us each day. Sometimes they'll even listen to things through these little white button-like objects they place in their ears. Occasionally they'll take these out and share with each other things that they find fascinating. One of the things I've overheard them talking about is the cat in the box. They never agree about what happened to this cat, which shows just how carefully they were listening.
By Special Little Whiskers Kitten Sanctuary9 days ago in Fiction
