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The Last Bookstore at the End of Time
Story No one ever found The Last Bookstore at the End of Time on purpose. It never sat on a corner between a bakery and a post office, nor appeared on Google Maps, nor welcomed casual wanderers. The store arrived when it was needed—and only for those standing at the fragile edges of decision.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Fiction
Europe’s Scorching Summer
Introduction: A Summer Like No Other Europe is experiencing one of the hottest summers in recent history. From Spain to Germany, and from France to Italy, the continent is battling relentless heatwaves that have disrupted normal life. Temperatures soaring above 40°C are no longer rare — they are becoming the new normal. This article explores how heatwaves are reshaping daily life across Europe, the challenges they bring, and the steps people are taking to adapt.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
Halloween. Content Warning.
Paranoia had gripped Haddonfield. They thought they had killed Michael Myers. They were right. However, The Shape dwelled within Michael. It was the evil that had infected Michael in 1963 and corrupted his soul. The Shape was Michael once again. It had manifested itself as its favorite form. That is 1978’s Michael Myers, the twenty-one-year-old. He crept inside Laurie’s house and grabbed the mask. As soon as he put it on, he felt whole again.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member 5 months ago in Fiction
An Evening in Paris
Paris has a way of making ordinary evenings unforgettable. For me, it wasn’t the Eiffel Tower sparkling at night or the Seine whispering under the bridges. It was a single evening that slipped quietly into my life and stayed with me ever since.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
Herbert. Top Story - August 2025.
A hulking figure stood in the doorway. He smelled like whiskey and clenched a cigar between his teeth. It had a cherry scent adding a pleasant smell to an otherwise horrible one. Brad and Wendy turn and their faces twist in horror. Herbert revs his chain saw; then he lets out a terrifying squeal while chasing after the couple. Wendy bashes the clown over the head. Glass shatters and candy goes everywhere. Herbert shakes his head. Brad drives his shoulder into Herbert’s belly. The clown lets out a grunt as he staggers backwards and crashes through the coffee table. The terrified couple tries fleeing out the back door.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Fiction
Abandoned
October 16, 2017 It was the middle of the night when we found it. The road had been empty for miles and miles in both directions, we would’ve missed it ourselves if it hadn’t been for the clasp of lightning that lit up the sky as we flew through the blinding storm.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Mixtape
With a loud sound, the shovel bit into the damp earth with force, as if my heart had been crushed to its core. Ten years. The time capsule we had hidden beneath was covered in the bravery of eighteen-year-olds a decade ago. Me, Leo, and Sarah. This was the day we made an oath to open it all together. While Leo was designing buildings that etched the clouds in Tokyo, Sarah disappeared without him. We buried our dreams two years prior in a waterproof ammo box, but then the accident happened.
By Daniel Blake5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human Coder
The Last Human Coder By the year 2040, human coding was history. Artificial intelligence had surpassed every human benchmark in software development. The AIs didn’t just write applications they designed architectures, debugged themselves, and optimized global systems in real time. Entire companies were run without a single human developer.
By Farooq Hashmi5 months ago in Fiction
