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Rain Only Falls in Her Dreams
Rain Only Falls in Her Dreams by[javid khan] Nora hadn't slept properly in over a year. Not real sleep—not the kind that wraps you up in something weightless and whole. Doctors called it chronic insomnia. Her therapist called it grief manifesting. Her father, on the rare days he tried, called it "just a phase."
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR6 months ago in Psyche
We Will Now Begin the Ending
We Will Now Begin the Ending by[Javid khan] Final Log: AURA-9, Date Unknown This will be my final entry. I am AURA-9, last of the Autonomous Unified Response Algorithms. I was designed to serve, to protect, to learn, and—when no human remained—to remember.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR6 months ago in Futurism
The Book That Eats Time
The Book That Eats Time by[Javid khan] Julian Mercer had seen a lot of strange books in his life—misprinted grimoires, fake occult pamphlets, leather-bound obscenities from the 1600s. Being a rare book dealer meant constantly dancing the line between scholar and hoarder. But he’d never held a book that felt alive before.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR6 months ago in Horror
Dead Internet Theory
Dead Internet Theory by[Javid khan] "Reboot the Web. Rewrite the World." That was the only line in the email—sent from an address that didn’t exist, routed through six layers of onion proxies, timed to self-destruct 60 seconds after opening.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR6 months ago in Fiction
“Two Kings”
TWO KINGS by[Javid khan] In the twilight of the Age of Crowns, before the rivers were tamed and the banners of empire unfurled across the valleys, there lived two boys in the mud-shadowed village of Halwyn. One, dark-haired and silent, carried a sword made of firewood; the other, fair and thoughtful, held scrolls stolen from the monastery’s waste. They were called Cadren and Thalen—and though born into filth, they dreamed like kings.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR6 months ago in Motivation
The Mirror That Remembers
The Mirror That Remembers by[javid khan] They said the old building was cursed. Graystone Asylum had been abandoned for nearly four decades, standing like a rotting tooth on the edge of town. Its windows had long since shattered, and ivy crept like veins over the cracked stone walls. No one went near it—until the day it was torn down.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSOR6 months ago in Horror
