Silviya Rankova
Bio
Silviya Rankova was born in 1975 in the historic ancient capital of Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria.
In 2019, Silviya published her first children’s book, “How Olly Met His New family”, followed by “Danny and Olly's Trick or Treat Night", etc.
Stories (12)
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The Symphony of Tomorrow
The world of 2050 pulsed with a dazzling blend of light and data. Streams of neon information flowed invisibly through the air, accessible only to those equipped with neural overlays—augmented reality devices that unveiled the unseen. Towering skyscrapers grazed the heavens, their dynamic façades shifting with the moods of the metropolis. Swarms of autonomous drones zipped through the skies, ferrying goods, managing ecosystems, and orchestrating the intricate choreography of urban life.
By Silviya Rankovaabout a year ago in Futurism
More sugar, please!
The morning routine had transformed into a blessing after 25 years of marriage. The anticipation of everyday acts of kindness remained at the core of their enduring relationship, and even minor changes, such as reducing the sugar in the coffee, could sometimes spark a bit of drama.
By Silviya Rankova2 years ago in Families
Until the last charcoal burns
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A shadow darted across the cabin's interior, and the candle snuffed out. An eerie scream pierced the silence of the night, scattering the bats into the darkness. Something sinister had taken control of that moment.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Horror
The keeper of the golden key
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Yani was coming back from his late walk around the valley when he heard noise from falling objects inside his home, and his father rumbling around. He began to worry. Deep in the forest, his cottage was hidden among the big, wide oak’s roots, surrounded by bushes and twigs, away from the human eye. The front door was cracked open, and he saw swirling pots and books, and bundles of herbs up and down in the air.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Fiction
When the Campane struck twice
Summer brought lavender purple with its soft, sweet floral, herbal, woodsy evergreen scent that used to fill the air of Silvi's grandmother's house. Silvi cherished this memory and her home always had a lavender-scented candle she lit daily.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding
It had rained all night. The reflections of passing cars’ headlights flickered on the wet asphalt like a hundred burning lightbulbs on the brink of burning out. The BMW turned onto the country road leading to Devin, a tranquil spa town nestled in Smolyan Province, situated in the valley of the Vacha River in the far south of Bulgaria. Only the monotonous hum of the engine persisted, disturbing the serenity of the night.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Horror
Pears on the 21st floor
Penny slowly walked toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window in her two-bedroom apartment on the twenty-first floor on Lake Shore Drive, holding her mug of freshly brewed coffee. She smiled back at the sunbeam that was already peeking through the glass and gently stroked the leaves of the pear tree, growing in a large flowerpot next to the window, then sat at her self-designed armchair and silently gazed at the picturesque view. She had been living in one of Chicago’s most famous and recognizable buildings—Mies Van Der Rohe, twin apartment towers—for the last two years, and she loved it. The flat provided a spacious layout and all the modern amenities she needed, and living in the Gold Coast neighborhood was suitable and convenient for busy city life, not to mention the stunning views of Lake Michigan and the downtown Chicago skyline it afforded her.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Humans
Finding Marigold
Stella took the highway toward downtown Chicago, speeding around other vehicles and listening to music with enough bass to cause a second collapse of Tacoma Bridge. Speeding was not always reckless if you were experienced and focused, and for Stella, driving alone in her car was her way to vent, giving her time and space to calm her mind while focusing on the road.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Fiction
