Fable
When Robots Dream
The idea of robots dreaming may sound like science fiction, but as artificial intelligence (AI) advances, questions about machine consciousness and the nature of AI experiences become increasingly relevant. What would it mean for a robot or AI system to "dream"? Can machines have subconscious processes, emotions, or even desires? Exploring these questions invites us to rethink what consciousness means—not only for humans but for the technology we create.
By Muhammad Asim8 months ago in Fiction
The Road Paved with Effort
In a quiet village nestled between two low-lying hills lived a young man named Arjun. The village of Dharampur was known more for its peaceful farmlands than for any ambition that sparked beyond its green borders. Most people were content with simple lives, tending to crops and animals, but Arjun was different. From a young age, he dreamed of becoming an engineer and building machines that would help his village flourish.
By Julia Christa8 months ago in Fiction
Trapped in Time
They say time is a river, but I’ve learned the hard way that it’s more like a maze—one you can get lost in forever. My name is Elen Tavor, and I was a junior temporal engineer aboard the Aion—a vessel designed not to travel through space, but through time itself. My job was to monitor the stability of our chronometric drive, ensuring the timelines we pierced didn’t fold in on us. The mission was supposed to be a simple diagnostic hop to the year 2307, a one-week scan, and then home. But something went wrong.
By Muhammad Asim8 months ago in Fiction
The House on Sycamore Hill
They told me the house on Sycamore Hill had a history, but no one ever told me what kind. Not in detail. The locals spoke of it the way people mention bad weather—unavoidable and better not dwelled upon. It stood at the end of a winding road just past the tree line, its paint peeled in long strips like curling parchment, windows fogged from the inside as if the house itself were holding its breath. I wasn’t looking for trouble, just quiet. After years of working a dead-end job and living in a city that never gave me space to think, I inherited the place from a distant aunt I never knew. It felt like a strange gift from someone who had once seen me from afar and decided I deserved something of my own. So I moved in, ready to start over. Or so I thought.
By Muhammad Asim8 months ago in Fiction
Vows Between Heartbeats
The storm arrived just past midnight. Rain tapped against the windows like impatient fingers. Thunder rolled through the sky, loud enough to rattle picture frames. But inside the small house on Maple Street, it was warm, soft-lit, and silent—except for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside the bed.
By Muhammad Wisal8 months ago in Fiction
10 Years of Marriage Equality
A Decade of Love and Progress Where were you on June 26, 2015? For me, it was a normal day at work. But that day changed history—it was the day same-sex marriage became legal across all 50 states in the U.S. We celebrated love, equality, and a hard-won victory for the LGBTQ+ community, activists, and everyone who believes in justice.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
The Vole and the Vulture. Content Warning.
There was once a vole, who lost everything. One afternoon, he was telling his litter of young a story about a bird who could teach rodents how to fly when a terrible rumble passed through their den. The four of them looked at him with shocked eyes, frozen in fear.
By ThatWriterWoman8 months ago in Fiction
Loyalty in the Venom: A Scorpion’s Story
The Beginning In the middle of a vast, unforgiving desert where the sun burned the sands by day and the winds howled cold by night, lived a small scorpion named Sim. He was young, curious, and had just begun to understand his strange place in the world.
By Atif jamal 8 months ago in Fiction
Arrow Storm
Send the sun!!!!! It wasn’t something many in the town had heard thunder from their Kings lips. Not in this lifetime, or the next, or the one before last. Centuries had passed and King Leonel was growing war-hungry, nearing his two-hundred-and-fifty-third birthday. She should have been here to celebrate.
By K.H. Obergfoll8 months ago in Fiction
The mirror of the second chances
A cold breeze danced through the cracks of the abandoned cottage as Maya brushed dust from the old mirror. It had been years since anyone had set foot inside. The house belonged to her grandmother, a woman known in the village for strange tales and stranger antiques. Now, after her passing, Maya had returned—not to reclaim her inheritance, but to find a part of herself that she'd lost along the way.
By Shehzad khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Everything
I met her when we were both nine. She sat alone under the jacaranda tree behind the school library, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the dirt. Her name was Hana. She had hair like wet ink and eyes the color of dusk just before it surrendered to night. No one talked to her, and she didn’t seem to mind.
By Muhammad Siyab 8 months ago in Fiction
