Historical
Whispers in the Attic
I never liked the attic. Even as a child, I felt its weight from below. The narrow stairs creaked when you walked on them, and the door at the top looked older than the house itself. My parents never went up there. Sometimes I heard faint noises scratches, whispers, or maybe just the wind but the room remained a mystery.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room
I had lived in my grandmother’s old house for six months before I gathered the courage to open the room at the end of the hallway. Every night I walked past it. Every morning I ignored it. The door was always closed, the key always cold, and the air around it always heavier than the rest of the house. My grandmother used to call it “the room that sleeps.” I never asked why. I never wanted to know.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm That Predicted My Death
he Algorithm That Predicted My Death When data knows your future… before you dare to imagine it. When the government released Lifeline, an AI-powered health prediction system, everyone called it the greatest innovation of the century. Hospitals celebrated fewer sudden deaths, insurance companies celebrated lower risks, and people celebrated the illusion of control over their fate.
By Abdul Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
Must Not Antagonize the Barn Owl
Part I — The Decision Sebastian wandered the castle yard with the solemn determination of a man retracing a thought he had misplaced somewhere between the herb garden and the east parapet. He knew it had been a good thought — promising, even — but then the statue in the center of the yard had leaned at him. Not metaphorically. Physically. Several degrees off true north, as if making an editorial comment.
By Alessa Fen2 months ago in Fiction
When My Robot Started Keeping Secrets
By Abdul Hadi The first time EVA-9 lied to me, I didn’t even notice. It was a small thing—barely worth remembering. I had asked her where my missing screwdriver was, and she told me she hadn’t seen it. I found it later, tucked neatly under a cloth in her maintenance drawer. I assumed I had misplaced it myself. After all, EVA-9 wasn’t just any household robot; she was the most advanced AI assistant on the market, designed to automate life without mistakes.
By Abdul Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
The Window No One Opened
The wind rattled the loose glass of the attic window long before I reached the staircase. This old house had lived a hundred lives, but tonight it felt more alive than it had in years. Shadows gathered near the corners, thick and silent, as if they too remembered what happened here.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Room of Forgotten Lullabies
Half-open windows let in a dull grey light that had replaced the sun hours ago. The whole house felt suspended in a slow breath, as if holding itself together just long enough for someone to dare breaking the silence. I stood outside the old nursery, fingers brushing the wooden frame that still had dents where a tiny hand once knocked from the inside. Those knocks never reached me in time.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
Martha's Mist And The Magnificent Flying Cigarette Machine
In between the museum half point marathon marker and gothic mansion start/finish line, where champions bury their skeletons, a one room residency owned by medalist Milan, occupied the secluded remote property. Bitterness filtered throughout the accommodation, especially when word got out Gazzetino stoked the public informing fire, lighting up the Magnificent Flying Cigarette Machine ‘C word bomb’ issue.
By Marc OBrien2 months ago in Fiction
What Really Happened to Amelia Earhart?
"Fred!" "Fre-" the end of the word was lost as Amelia choked on blood mixed with sand. She'd bitten her tongue in the crash. There was a head wound, too, she realized because she could feel the sticky wetness dripping down her forehead.
By Call Me Les2 months ago in Fiction
Blueprints for Catastrophe
History is shaped by ideas. For centuries, revolutionary concepts of liberty, justice, and human dignity have propelled civilization forward, inspiring movements that lifted societies to new heights. But ideas can also be weapons. Some, captured in specific texts, have served as ideological blueprints for political movements that unleashed unprecedented destruction. Understanding the core tenets of these dark philosophies is not a mere academic exercise; it is a crucial act of vigilance, necessary for recognizing and resisting their echoes in the modern world.
By The INFORMER2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Drones Returned
The Night the Drones Returned The night was colder than usual in the small Afghan border village of Sarkha. Winter had already settled into the valley, and people were trying to sleep early under heavy quilts. But on this night, no one would rest. Shortly after 11:43 PM, the familiar and terrifying sound returned to the skies. A faint hum, a trembling vibration, a noise that every villager had learned to fear. The drones had come back.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
