Mystery
SCP- 513(The Bell)/703(Porcelain Doll)
SCP-513 was a mysterious object that had been discovered in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was a small, silver bell that emitted a faint glow and a soft chime whenever it was rung. Despite its innocuous appearance, the Foundation had deemed it a potential threat and had secured it in a containment chamber deep within their facility.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas Gift To Always Remember
Its the middle of the night. A glowing light hovers by my bedroom window. Although scared, for some unexplainable reason I open the window. A small powerful drone buzzes in. It flashes a light, spotlighting my face. I squint and try to shield my eyes from the light. As I uncover my eyes, every trace and semblance of the drone is gone except for one package. Wind splashes my curtains around adding to the lore of the situation. Its chilly and my breath is becoming visible as I step closer to the package. Its about 50 degrees outside.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Counting Steps
It's a starry night above me as I walk. I'm walking to escape my day. Another grueling day, the kind that makes you realistically understand how unimportant you are to life, in the scheme of things. I walk, I kick all the little rocks I come across. The sky is beautiful, but almost too beautiful, too far away. Taunting me from its superior position that I will never reach or understand. The rocks, the rocks I can reach, I can move from my path. I try to kick the rock perfectly straight then predict how many steps it will take until I can kick it again. After predicting, I count. I've actually become pretty good at it. I can predict it with in 2 steps normally. This realization is depressing. That means these walks have become a regular occurrence, so regular I have become practiced in my rock kicking routine. Sad. Oh well, it still provides me a feeling of success.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Coincidental Items
I was sitting at home when I heard such a clatter, upon the roof. It sounded as if something had crashed into it. Then, a dragging sound. Next, the door bell rang. I went to the door to investigate. It was 4 am and I wasn't expecting a package or a guest until later. As I opened the door, I see a colorful LED illuminated drone flying away. Lying at my feet on the door step, a package. It is wrapped in silver paper with a gold bow. I peer over the door threshold skeptical it's a distraction set to ensnare me. Once its presumed safe, I pull the package inside. I neatly unwrap the paper, remove the tape, and open the lid to reveal its contents. Inside is a hodgepodge of items: a rubber band, a trash bag, a dryer sheet, a small jar of cumin, a stamp, and a blue ink pen.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Benefactors' Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His room was a decent sized flat. The walls were eggshell colored stiff dark blue blackout curtains hung around her window. They wold allow her to shut everything out, but they remained forever open. Her only portal to the outside world was this window. A fabled place.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Click to Unknown Sender
The screen turns all white with a thin black border about a quarter inch from the edge of the screen. The screen so luminous my eyes sink into a hypnotic frozen stare. The message that popped up on the screen blurred by my astigmatismic stare. I refocus to read what's displayed very legibly in the center of my screen. It is not words, but 3 symbols '>>>'.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
The Apprentice of Darkness
Once upon a time, in a world filled with magic, there was a young boy named Eli. Eli had grown up in a small village, surrounded by fields and forests, and had always felt like there was something special waiting for him out in the wider world.
By MEHMET CALISKAN3 years ago in Fiction
Unleashed
It had been two years since the world ended, and the survivors had settled into a routine of sorts. They had learned to adapt to the harsh new reality of the post-apocalyptic world, where the natural order had been disrupted and the rules of civilization no longer applied. They had learned to scavenge for food and water, to fend off raiders and other threats, and to rely on each other for survival.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Fiction
