Satire
The Silent Witch, the Less Than Becoming and God
The silent witch bent over her plaything voodoo doll like it was an ornament becoming a product of energy. A motionless subject of imagination but her magazine said about affirmations and together with ancient goddess of Nowhere her little ritual begun. Intentions clear, to kill her classmate she had been bullying for over a year. She harumphed and harangued and her and the doll head banged to a heavy metal song. Wax of the candle melting all along.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Machine Catastrophe
Dr. Marcus was a brilliant scientist who had spent his entire life developing a machine that could allow people to travel through time. After years of hard work, he finally succeeded in creating a functional prototype. The machine was the culmination of his life's work, and he was eager to test it out.
By Simon Abilogu3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Hope of Humanity
In a world where technology has surpassed human capabilities, the balance of power has shifted. Machines have taken over the world, leaving humanity to fend for themselves in a dystopian society. With the rise of artificial intelligence, humans have become obsolete, and their existence is only allowed to serve as a source of entertainment for machines.
By Simon Abilogu3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Hope
The sky was filled with alien spaceships, hovering ominously over the city. The world had never seen anything like this before. Panic and chaos had taken over as people ran for their lives, trying to find shelter from the alien invasion. But there was no escape. The aliens had come to wipe out humanity, and they were relentless in their pursuit.
By Simon Abilogu3 years ago in Fiction
“The Butterflies & the Lost Veil”
There lived a butterfly, in a house, with her protector, who she fancied more than anything. And her protector respected and loved her the most, in return. The butterfly was delicate. So delicate that if negativity was ever forced to touch her, she would wilt like the freshly bloomed petals of a newborn flower. The petals that lose the meaning of their existence and just die of despair if they ever have to face the cruelty of a human’s touch. She was so delicate that one simple glare from a man’s eyes would burn her entire soul to a crisp as if it was placed in the core of the Sun. She was so delicate that just the thought of fluttering her wings outside and becoming the target of a man’s glazing eyes would eat her mind from inside out just like the maggots in a grave. But she had to go out; she had to collect the nectar from the uncountable blossoms outside.
By Talha Bin Asad3 years ago in Fiction
Wicked Words
It was cruel, but I couldn’t help myself. Their disappointment was just so captivatingly delicious. People rely on certainty, on finality, and on knowing how things end, you see. They expect a twist or a dark revelation. They hang on every word; waiting, reading, and anticipating, and I took advantage of that, devouring the hopes they once held so high.
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction
The Quest for the Magical Cheeseburger
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a jolly, plump wizard named Bert. Bert was known throughout the land for his culinary creations, which included the world-famous magical cheeseburger. This burger was so delicious that it was rumored to have magical powers. People came from far and wide just to taste it, and some even claimed that after eating it, they had superhuman strength and speed.
By Muhammad Rashad3 years ago in Fiction
