Fiction
The Thornvault Accord - Part 1
The fog clung low to the forest floor like spilled breath, curling around gnarled roots and swallowing bootsteps. Moonlight barely filtered through the canopy of blackwood branches above, their bark slick with silver dew and shadow. Somewhere ahead, the rogue Nightblade moved in silence, but Vaelin could sense him—just beyond the veil of perception, a ripple in the rhythm of the trees.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
A Killer in the Cloud: Unmasking the Deadly Data Breach Virus
Chapter 1: The First Whisper of Death The rain tapped a restless rhythm against the windows of Marcus Reed’s Portland office on the morning of May 26, 2025. At 38, Marcus was a cybersecurity analyst with a reputation for spotting the unseeable—patterns in the digital chaos that others missed. His desk was a fortress of monitors, coffee stains, and scribbled notes, the air thick with the hum of servers. At 10:47 a.m., a notification broke his focus: an alert from HorizonTech, a cloud giant he’d been auditing since a data breach two weeks prior. The message was curt—employee Sarah Kline, 34, found dead at home. Cause: cardiac arrest. No history of heart issues.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Chapters
The Shocking Truth About Masturbation and Porn Addiction — And How to Break Free
In today’s hyper-connected world, where everything is just a click away, a hidden epidemic is quietly consuming millions of lives—often behind closed doors and in silence. We’re talking about porn addiction and compulsive masturbation. What was once considered a private, harmless activity has now, for many, spiraled into something darker and more destructive. This is not about moral panic—it’s about mental health, emotional well-being, and the ability to live a fulfilling, connected life.
By Farhan Rafid8 months ago in Chapters
The App That Kills: Unveiling SerenityNow’s Deadly Meditation Mystery. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Whispering Trend The first whispers about SerenityNow began in late April 2025, a soft hum on the edges of social media that swelled into a roar by mid-May. It was the kind of app that seemed to materialize out of nowhere, a sleek meditation tool promising peace in a world drowning in chaos. Its interface was minimalist—soft lotus icon, muted greens, and a voice that felt like a warm hand on your shoulder. Within weeks, it had snagged 20 million downloads, its users flooding X with testimonials: “Slept like a baby!” “Best $4.99 I’ve ever spent!” Nina Patel, a 30-year-old investigative journalist with the San Francisco Chronicle, scrolled through the posts on a foggy morning, her coffee growing cold on her desk. The city outside her window buzzed with the usual hum of traffic, but something about those glowing reviews felt off, like a melody played just a hair out of tune.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 150
In between her speeches, Loreen still collected substantial sums from various enterprises. Now, she considered the actual business of business. Comptroller Carey Dice looked clean and straitlaced. He seldom smiled and pulled from a vaporizer at his desk.
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
The Crypto Kidnap: A Blockchain Ransom Thriller Unveiled. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Silent Demand At 9:17 p.m. on May 25, 2025, in a luxurious penthouse overlooking Los Angeles, billionaire tech mogul Daniel Voss received a notification on his encrypted phone. His 22-year-old daughter, Emily Voss, was missing. No ransom call came—just a blockchain smart contract posted on a dark web forum, its terms chilling: transfer 10,000 Bitcoin (worth $600 million) to a wallet address by midnight, or Emily dies. A live video feed showed her bound in a dimly lit room, a timer counting down from five hours.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Mohandas K. Gandhi
April 2, 1930 – Yerwada Jail, Pune The Viceroy’s Silence I now write from behind stone and steel. Three mornings ago, they came at twilight — when the wind still carries the scent of sleeping earth. Two constables, pale and wordless, escorted a higher officer who stood at the door of my hut like a ghost from another play. I had already folded my mat and finished my prayers. I invited them in, offered warm water and silence. They declined the former and misunderstood the latter.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 149
By holding the phone in her hand and talking through the earbud, Loreen could conduct business while also reviewing her bank statements. When she looked up from the mobile device, she noticed that the evening had turned to night. On her desk sat multiple pieces of correspondence. Most of it pertained to this powerhouse speech she and Lisa were to deliver in a few weeks. She looked over them and shut off the voice droning in her ear. It was a telecommunications specialist who possessed a penchant for running off at the mouth.
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Mohandas K. Gandhi
March 25, 1930 – Coastal Gujarat Salt and Satyagraha Today, we reached the edge of empire — and the edge of the sea. It is difficult to describe what it feels like to walk for twenty-four days, village to village, step after dusty step, until the land finally ends and the sea breathes before you like some ancient witness. The horizon shimmered like a blade. Our feet were cracked. Our cotton garments stiff with sweat and earth. But we were whole.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
