Psychological
The dream that became real
Every night, she would visit this place, walking among the trees, listening to the whispers of the wind, and feeling an indescribable peace. It was always the same dream, the same place. She didn’t know how it started, but she looked forward to it every night. It felt so real, yet so far from her world.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
Open Books
What can we learn from an open book? To me there are many things and ideas that one can learn from an open book. In reading nursery rhymes one can learn proper manners from what not to do, as seen in several of these rhymes. In reading short stories one learns the basics of structure and still learn the intricate ways to get along with others and begin to understand why certain things happen basically. In reading novels, the learning continues with even more intricate details of what is happening in the book and in even in living life.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Fiction
A time traveler with no home
She had no name, no origin, no past. She only had the device—a small, metallic bracelet that pulsed with energy—its origin unknown even to her. For as long as she could remember, it had been her only companion, the constant tick of its mechanisms the closest thing to a heartbeat she could understand.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
A future with no past
Without any history, the very concept of time itself would become fluid. The future would exist in a vacuum, untethered from the lessons, mistakes, triumphs, and stories that came before. People would have no memory of what led them to the present, and yet, they would move forward, creating new paths in the blank slate of existence.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
A letter to the last human
Hello Last Human, If you're reading this, I can hardly imagine what you must be feeling right now. Maybe it's loneliness that surrounds you like an invisible shroud, or perhaps there's an odd calmness in knowing that the burden of humanity's history rests entirely on your shoulders. The world you now walk through is a ghost of its former self—empty streets, crumbling cities, the silence echoing like the hushed whispers of a forgotten dream. But you are here, the final thread of a once vast, vibrant tapestry.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
A moment that never fades
The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the quiet park. Emily sat on the wooden bench, her fingers tracing the rim of a coffee cup that had long since gone cold. Her eyes followed the scattering of autumn leaves as they danced in the wind, swept along on a journey only they understood. In this moment, everything felt still, as though time had paused just for her.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 8: Fight back! Today, Gary was walking to school a lot slower than he usually would. He was constantly looking around his surroundings, checking if there wasn’t anybody following him. He had recognised the three deceased gang members on TV as the same ones who had been after him at the construction site.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
