Historical
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 8 days ago in Fiction
The Sawdust Man and the Unfortunate Soul
"May I be so bold as to offer you a libation, my good lady, to ward off the evening’s chill?" “I must confess, I have already partaken of a few measures this evening, my lovely gentleman, but I am quite certain that one more shall do me no great harm. A drop of comfort never went amiss in such a dreary season as this.”
By Sam H Arnold8 days ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
The first thing I noticed about the building was the silence. It stood in the middle of a crowded city block, surrounded by traffic, noise, and movement, yet inside its walls, people lived as strangers. Doors closed quickly. Eyes avoided contact. Everyone carried their own lives like heavy luggage, careful not to bump into anyone else.
By Asghar ali awan9 days ago in Fiction
The Day the Clock Refused to Move. AI-Generated.
The clock stopped at 9:17 a.m. At first, no one noticed. The café buzzed with its usual sounds—cups touching saucers, chairs scraping the floor, conversations overlapping without apology. Outside, traffic continued its impatient rhythm. Time, as far as anyone could tell, was still doing its job.
By Mehwish Jabeen9 days ago in Fiction
The Letter That Was Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The letter lived in the bottom drawer for eleven years. It was folded carefully, as if someone might open it at any moment, though no one ever did. The paper had softened at the creases. The ink had faded just enough to suggest patience rather than neglect.
By Mehwish Jabeen9 days ago in Fiction
THE REMARKABLE CASE OF DAVIDSON'S EYES
I. — The transitory mental aberration of Sidney Davidson, remarkable enough in itself, is still more remarkable if Wade's explanation is to be credited. It sets one dreaming of the oddest possibilities of intercommunication in the future, of spending
By Faisal Khan9 days ago in Fiction
The Day the Sun Crowned the Third Pyramid
The Day the Sun Crowned the Third Pyramid The desert was still, the kind of still that pressed against the ears and made every heartbeat loud. I had arrived hours before dawn, walking over sand that had carried footsteps older than memory. The pyramids loomed, dark and patient, watching the night fold into itself.
By Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Fiction
All Your Morals
Crumbs descended from the bread like little thoughts gone by. Every bit of the loaf had to be carved into tiny pieces. A fresh loaf, the flakiness seemed like forever. There existed a sense of the bread being something more than just wheat flour and water, unleavened. The brownness and the tanned nature enlivened the baker. The dark spots of where fire licked like little children tongue ice cubes seemed black and plain as skin.
By Skyler Saunders12 days ago in Fiction
