Fable
The Future of Fiction: Exploring Digital and Interactive Storytelling
The landscape of storytelling is evolving at lightning speed. With the rise of digital platforms, readers are experiencing stories in ways never imagined before. No longer confined to the traditional print and paper medium, the world of fiction is being transformed by interactive experiences, visual novels, and immersive technologies. From interactive fiction apps to the allure of virtual reality (VR), digital storytelling is rapidly changing how narratives are told, consumed, and lived.
By Diana Crooksabout a year ago in Fiction
The Frequency of Forgetting: A Mind-Bending Science Fiction Story About Memory Loss, Quantum Consciousness, and Human Connection
"When Memories Sing" My daughter forgot me on a Tuesday morning. I was making her favorite breakfast—blueberry pancakes shaped like hearts—when Maya looked up from her plate and asked, with perfect politeness, "Who are you?"
By Ian Mark Ganutabout a year ago in Fiction
What Happens When We Forget Humanity?
Humanity: The Light of Our Hearts 🌟 Humanity is the purest reflection of love and kindness in this world. It’s the ability to care for one another, to lift others when they fall, and to see the beauty in differences. Humanity isn’t just about being human—it’s about being humane. It’s the gentle hug to someone in pain, the helping hand to a stranger, and the silent prayer for someone you’ve never met.
By Tulsiverseabout a year ago in Fiction
Code of Seoul
The electric pulse of Seoul thrummed beneath Minji’s feet as she entered the gleaming lobby of TechSphere Innovations. The air crackled with the energy of a thousand conversations, a low hum of innovation that vibrated through the polished concrete floor. Massive screens displayed swirling data streams and holographic projections, showcasing the company’s cutting-edge technology. Minji, adjusting the strap of her handbag, felt a thrill of anticipation. This was it.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Shadows
It's now late. The pulsating heartbeat of the city can be heard through the fissures in the pavement, pulsating against the walls of buildings that have witnessed more deaths than lives. Through the shroud of cigarette smoke that envelops me like a comfortable cloak, I am able to hear the buzz of neon lights flashing all around me. I inhale deeply, the smoke enveloping my lungs and escaping into the darkness, leaving behind a taste of remorse and experiences from the past.
By QuirkTalesabout a year ago in Fiction
Fear. Ecstasy. Indifference.
I am terrified. I am ecstatic. I feel nothing. I feel a sensation travel up my sternum. It is unidirectional. It traverses across my clavicle; further moving along my arms until it reaches my fingertips. I look at them; trying to understand what's happening. The harder I try, the more it eludes me.
By Muhammad Mustafaabout a year ago in Fiction
Robin Hood Reimagined
In the dim glow of her computer screen, Riley’s fingers danced across the keyboard, her heart pounding with every keystroke. Lines of code filled the monitor, flashing and shifting like a digital symphony. The clock struck midnight, and somewhere in the heart of the city, a wealthy CEO’s bank account dropped by $50,000. Moments later, dozens of small transactions lit up in community accounts—a struggling single mom got her rent covered, an underfunded school received a mysterious donation, and a homeless shelter found its pantry suddenly stocked. Riley leaned back, her hoodie shadowing her face, a sly grin playing on her lips. “Let’s even the score,” she whispered to herself.
By mobeen islamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Archer. Top Story - January 2025.
His stomach growled. A gentle rain broke on the forest green canopy and dripped down his matching green hood. He found the gentle pitter patter of rain soothing. Jahn had complained it was a terrible day for an ambush, but what did that little man know?
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wispers in the Walls
The Whispers in the Walls The air in the valley felt thick and heavy, filled with the scent of damp earth and an unpleasant, acrid odor. The villagers of Oakhaven huddled inside their homes, wooden shutters bolted shut, but it did little to comfort them against the constant scratching and scurrying sounds echoing from within the walls. What had begun as a few fleeting shadows darting across the floor had turned into an overwhelming tide, a dark river of movement filling their houses. Rats.
By Ashraf Almamloukabout a year ago in Fiction
