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AURA
In the not-so-distant future, the world stood at the brink of a technological revolution. Dr. Amelia Carter, a maverick scientist with a mind as brilliant as the stars, had spent years toiling away in her secret laboratory on the outskirts of Silicon Valley. When the time was right, she emerged from the shadows with a creation that would redefine the very essence of artificial intelligence – AURA.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
The Armor of faith
The Armor of faith Scintillating the light from within, I grew underneath the sun, In the bosom of his hands I spun with delight,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Pension on wheels
In the peculiar post-apocalyptic landscape of Geriatropolis, where the relentless march of time had turned the world into a creaky relic, a band of spirited seniors embarked on an unconventional means of survival – the Bicycle Tribe. Picture a Mad Max scenario, but with zimmer frames and bike bells.
By Daniel Mero Dizon2 years ago in Fiction
The Black knight
In the medieval realms of Europe, a valiant warrior named Malik found himself embroiled in a conflict that would challenge his beliefs and redefine his purpose. Malik, a skilled swordsman and former mercenary, was drawn into a tumultuous world of feudal politics, where loyalty was tested and alliances forged on the battlefield.
By Daniel Mero Dizon2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Velocity: Racing Through Time
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the legendary Monza racetrack. Sir Robert "Rapid" Reynolds stood in the pit lane, staring down the straight where he had spent decades pushing the limits of speed and skill. The roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber surrounded him, but in that moment, he felt a quiet solitude.
By Philipp052 years ago in Fiction
Love for glasses
My love affair with spectacles has long been regarded by my mother as nothing but a symptom of my dramatic nature. At the age of three, swaddled on a rickshaw between the folds of my grandmother's saree, I made my way across the bustling streets of Old Dhaka to Patuatuli, the ultimate hub of quality glasses. The street was caged on either side by rundown brick buildings with their plasters falling off at various spots and the color on the shutters of their windows peeling away.
By BADSHA2 years ago in Fiction
Melodies of the Heart
A stunning church loomed tall in a quaint town situated between undulating hills and bubbling brooks. Its spire stretched towards the heavens, serving as a beacon of light for those seeking refuge and common religion. Within this tight-knit community, a man named Alex was about to go on an unexpected journey.
By Ajayi Basit Adeola2 years ago in Fiction
The story that made the beggar rich!
The story that made the beggar rich!The story that made the beggar rich! The King was very kind and loved people a lot. He came to the country without any complaints to the people. But he has no faith in God.
By Chithra Dhananjayan2 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Avarice
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived three friends - Raj, Arjun, and Sham. Despite their camaraderie, a cloud of greed loomed over their hearts, overshadowing the warmth of their friendship. One day, a mysterious traveler arrived in the village, carrying with him a legendary tale of a hidden gold brick in the heart of the treacherous jungle.
By SHEIKH 2 years ago in Fiction
The Tyrant's Triumph
"I aspire for individuals to be beneath me. All I ever desire is for individuals to address me as 'Boss' or 'Chairman.' A genuine leader is what I aspire to become for people. I wish for them to approach me concerning their lives and consult with me before organizing their days. I long to be the cause they rise early in the morning and retire late at night.
By Paulnigs2 years ago in Fiction
The undefeated defeated Goliath
You, of course, would think I was the only giant present in my day. I'm here to tell you that you've been wrong all this time. I just happened to be the big guy with a big mouth. Although they were soldiers, they were also timid. I stood up strong to defend my country. I was that patriotic. Jonathan had killed our commander in Geba. I couldn't let that pass without retaliating.
By Paulnigs2 years ago in Fiction
A thing beyond forever
Whenever your faith in life is waning low, Stand under her veil for your fortune to grow. The way she nurtures her home with abundant love and care,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction