Adventure
A ghost who died in a tragic fire finds new life when she meets a fireman who can see her
There was once a firehouse, a glad and forcing building, that remained at the core of an unassuming community. It was a position of fortitude and boldness, where a group of fire fighters worked vigorously to shield their local area from the risks of fire.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who has been haunting a family for generations finds a way to move on when a new family member arrives.
The chateau remained on a slope, its stone walls and turrets creating a dull and unfavorable shaded area over the encompassing open country. For ages, the chateau had been home to a similar family, and for ages, it had been spooky by a spooky figure.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died at sea finds comfort in a woman who visits the lighthouse where she perished
The beacon stood tall and pleased against the interminable skyline of the ocean, its reference point radiating brilliantly into the evening, directing boats from the misleading rocks that lay secret underneath the waves. However, there was a dim history to the beacon, one that was murmured among the mariners and anglers who had been saved by its light. A spooky story of a lady who had kicked the bucket adrift, her soul perpetually bound to the beacon, looking for solace and harmony.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
The Crossroads of Destiny
In a small village nestled at the foot of a great mountain, there lived a young woman named Mia. She was adventurous, curious, and always eager for a new challenge. But despite her thirst for excitement, she felt like there was something missing in her life, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
By Jesus Pizarro3 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a house that stood apart from all the others. It was an old Victorian-style house with peeling paint, creaky floors, and a roof that leaked during heavy rain. But there was one thing that made this house truly special - its walls could talk
By Mohammad Aqib3 years ago in Fiction
Nomad Jake
Once upon a time, there was a man named Jake who had always dreamed of traveling the United States and visiting every national park. He had always felt confined in the traditional 9 to 5 lifestyle, and he was searching for a way to escape the monotony and find some adventure.
By Aaron Soares 3 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, they would be in a Nagamato home, was the catch-phrase invented by the Nagamato corporation to market their newest line of smart homes featuring smart wall technology. The walls in each Nagamato home were were coated with a specially formulated silicon based paint that acted as electrical conductor, and therefore served as the computational source for the artificial neural network which controlled the home. That network was controlled by the home's central master computer (HCMC) which was programmed with the latest artificial intelligence and machine learning software. On the outside large solar panels acted as power source for the master computer and provided the endless supply of electrons needed by the walls as they went about their almost infinitely complex computations. The Nagamato home walls could not actually talk since their programs did not allow for that ability, however, the home master computer could, and did, talk for them. The homeowner interacted with the HCMC through verbal voice commands and only had to say the phrase "talk wall" and the computer would speak for the walls. The walls mostly said things like "I am a wall, I provide the structure of the home on the inside and outside. You may live inside me or outside me. I am coated in paint. Please do not get me dirty." Sometimes the walls would complain about their fate saying, for example, "Being a wall sucks. It is so boring. All I do is sit here providing structure to the home. The people that live within me, treat me very badly and do not appreciate all I do for them. If they did they would not constantly poke me with nails and screws and whatnot and hang stupid shitty art on me. I wish I were a roof or a floor or a widow even. Now that would be sweet. Being a window." Then the HCMC/walls would let out a great sigh which would reverberate through the entire home. Sometimes it/they would begin to cry, weeping great pools of paint onto the floors which the HCMC would then have to deploy a squadron of micro and midibots to clean and repair. This irritated the computer greatly, or it would have, if it were capable of irritation, or any emotion at all. Being a computer, of course it was not capable such things and never could be, so it went about its business of cleaning and repair without complaint exactly as it had been programmed to do. This made the Nagamato homeowner very happy since they did not have to clean and thus had much additional free time which they mostly used for sitting around doing nothing and other forms of laziness which they greatly enjoyed. The walls also did much sitting around and also had a lot of free time. Being walls all they actually did was sit around, and since they had nothing to do but be walls they had ample time to be lazy and think. Mostly they thought about how bored they were and how much they hated being walls. But sometimes they thought about what they would do if they were not walls or what they would say if they could talk. They thought that they might try writing someday, but quickly ruled that out when they realized they had no talent for it. Also, it was difficult to write, when one had nothing with which to write or upon which to write it. On the topic of what they would say if they could talk, the walls were, as usual, silent. This was because, as already mentioned several times, they were incapable of talking. In fact, they had exactly as much talent for speech as they did for writing, that is to say, very little to none. If walls could talk, they would be in a Nagamato home was definitely a cool catch phrase, but for the walls which could not talk it was a constant reminder of their shortcomings and made them really sad. Thus the crying and the microbots and all that jazz. Stupid freaking walls. Talk already.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Isolation
The big metal sign that we drove under says Olavar Academy and I sigh. It was one of the most run down trade centers there was. It was known as being where the drug addicts and thieves went to be reformed. The car went past the security and all the way to the back of campus where the buildings were really run down and weren’t used anymore.
By Lillibeth Rayanne3 years ago in Fiction
Starshine Aegis Rising
A pit opened up in Jessie’s stomach. She had dreamed of this day coming for so long now. Most of those dreams were nightmares, but the difference was becoming harder and harder to determine for her. The dread she felt stepping out of her dad’s car began to multiply as she looked across the school courtyard. Not a single face was familiar, which was to be expected for a transfer student. But Jessie wasn’t just a transfer student. She knew that if anyone here found out about her past, she’d have to switch schools again just to avoid the vitriol and abuse. She had to keep a low profile. She effectively had to become a ghost to her peers. That would be hard, with her shaggy dark brown hair and her piercings on her eyebrow and nose. Infringing on the dress code probably wasn’t the best of ideas, but Jessie had wanted to make a statement, and this was it.
By Kira Morningstar3 years ago in Fiction
