Thriller
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
End Of Man: Chapter 1, Jack
Chapter 1: Jack The surreal feeling that accompanied staring at the elevator doors washed over Jack. The methodical "dinging" of the elevator approaching his floor echoed through his mind. Jack Tarrant used to work in this office building. "Used to" even though he was standing on the 9th floor waiting for the elevator to arrive, because he'd just been laid off in this wave of "strategic budget optimization", his useless wad of a supervisor had called it.
By Chris Santiagoabout 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
Ch # 1- The Heist of the Century: Diamonds and Deception
Leonardo Notarbartolo walks into the jail going by room trailing a watch as if the fellow were his individual collaborator. The other convicts in this eastern Belgian jail turn to see. Notarbartolo gestures and grins faintly, the chuckle lines crinkling around his blue eyes. In spite of the fact that he's an detainee and wears the essential white detainee coat, Notarbartolo emanates a sunny Italian charm. A silver Rolex looks out from beneath his sleeve, and a vertical strip of white soul fix drops down from his lower lip like an shout mark.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Stranded on the Frozen Edge
The endless expanse of icy water stretched to the horizon, as the winds howled and the freighter, *The Northern Star*, groaned in protest. Somewhere in the remote Alaskan waters, cut off from civilization, the ship had broken down. Its engines sputtered and died two days ago, leaving the crew stranded on a drifting, deteriorating hunk of metal.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
The Marked Door
The massive iron door loomed before me, its intricate carvings shimmering faintly in the glow of the path behind me. The forest was unnervingly silent now, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. My fingers trembled as I reached out, brushing against the cold, engraved surface.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
