Mystery
My Struggle with Sleep
My parents assert that I previously slept more soundly than any other child. Between the ages of five and eight, I would nap in automobiles, on sofas, and similar locations. It wasn’t too big a fight to get me to bed at night either, which is saying a lot when you’re a tiny child. Although I did have a practice of awakening at 3 am and striking my mother's head with a book to get her to read to me, my overall sleep quality was generally consistent. However, at around age 12, a change occurred. It may have been puberty, characterized by surging hormones. I have always believed it may be related to my first encounters with anxiety. Regardless, that summer, I seldom slept. This implies that I would get around 2 to 3 hours of sleep each night. That isn’t enough for any youngster or for any adult.
By Iron-Pen☑️ about a year ago in Chapters
The Obsidian Key
That seemed like a lighthouse on the dark and deserted station. I stood before the terminal, still catching my breath, and with my heart pounding from that chase through Neo-Aurum's twisting streets. A flurry of questions raced through my mind. What was Nexus, truly? And why had it chosen me?
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: A Whisper in the Network
The alley wall map pulsed with a dim glow, warping its surroundings and throwing skewed shadows across the rain slick ground. In the center was the word “Nexus,” sweet-talking like a promise or a harbinger. I hesitated, the gravity of what I had seen weighing on my mind. This wasn’t just some glitch, one of those annoying coincidences or a bug buried in the sprawling digital ecosystem of Neo-Aurum. It was deliberate.
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter 1: The Shimmering City
Neo-Aurum. Just the name felt like a promise, a half-whispered echo of some gilded future. I stayed on my balcony of the apartment, ten stories high above the jangle of the spinning city on the hundredth floor, daring to look out at the after-the-fact sparkle of the city’s bright effulgence against the night. But the city was more than beautiful, it was alive, an animate thrumming of hyper-advanced tech and glowing holographic advertisements and the cold, iron-fisted wisdom of Titan, the all-knowing, all-seeing AI overlord of the city. Or so we were told.
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
The Shells Ancestry - Questions Pile The Prologue Part 02
So I am going to be writing "The Prologue" part of my story "The Shells Ancestry" and "Questions Pile" is the first book. Also this is the first book of the series The Shells Ancestry-Questions Pile.
By Me Into Imageryabout a year ago in Chapters
Where did the Brick Tree go?
Once upon a time (around 2018 AD) in a bustling city (Clearwater, Florida) there was a commercial lot where an empty building that had once been a thriving restaurant and then a thriving casino. The building remained on the lot empty, but the old oak trees surrounding it continue to stand and grow. Many locals would walk past the lot and look at the empty building and trees, possibly reminiscing about the history associated or their personal memories of having participated at the restaurant or casino. There were even homeless outcasts who considered the abandoned building and lot a safe, cozy park to rest at under the tall oaks that provided plenty of shade on a hot, sweaty Florida day.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
Fate Between Shadows
Chapter 1: The Return The air in the town of Ardell was thick with memories, memories that Raisa had buried long ago—memories that the wind seemed intent on bringing back. She stood at the entrance of the quiet, desolate town, her gaze tracing the old streets that once held laughter, now only whispers. The late afternoon sun bathed the town in a golden glow, but it felt like the light could barely penetrate the heavy shadows that clung to the corners of the buildings. The scent of wet earth and rust lingered in the air, as though the town itself had never fully recovered from the storm it had weathered.
By Maimuna Parvez Raisaabout a year ago in Chapters
The Light Beyond the Fog
In a small coastal village perpetually shrouded in mist, there was a tale whispered among the townsfolk about “The Eternal Beacon.” Legends spoke of a lighthouse that shone brighter than the sun, piercing through the densest fog, guiding lost sailors home. Yet, no one had ever seen it—not in living memory.
By Shiv Rabariabout a year ago in Chapters
