Short Story
THE SILENCE BETWEEN LATIN VERSES
Blackthorn University did not rise from the earth so much as loom over it. Its spires pierced the fog like accusations, its stone corridors soaked in centuries of whispered ambition. Founded in 1649, Blackthorn prided itself on tradition, rigor, and an unspoken belief that mediocrity was a moral failure. The walls were lined with oil portraits of scholars whose eyes followed you as you passed, their painted gazes heavy with judgment. Students learned quickly that this was not a place to find yourself—it was a place to be reshaped. Knowledge here was not neutral; it was sharp, elitist, and alive. And like anything alive, it demanded something in return.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
Symbiotic: Chapter 57
Chapter 57 The gates of Haven Valley stood open, the morning light spilling across the cobblestones as the procession reached where Sara stood at the gates. The Life Lions padded forward with regal confidence, their golden manes shimmering, their eyes sharp and watchful. Behind them came the crafters and families, weary from travel but carrying with them carts of tools, bundles of supplies, and the hopeful energy of new beginnings.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a month ago in Fiction
THE CLOCK THAT REMEMBERED ME
The clock began as an apology. Dr. Mara Ellison built it in the basement of her childhood home, beneath the creaking floorboards that still remembered her mother’s footsteps. The house sat abandoned on the edge of Greyhaven, a town that had learned to live around grief instead of through it. The neighbors said the place was cursed. Mara called it unfinished business.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Café Before Midnight. AI-Generated.
The Last Café Before Midnight Rain didn’t usually scare anyone in the city. But that night, it seemed heavier—like the sky was trying to wash away something it couldn’t name. The streetlights blurred into long yellow streaks, and the wind carried the smell of wet asphalt and loneliness.
By shakir hamidabout a month ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Tribe. AI-Generated.
For years, anthropologists had searched for evidence of the Xavari, a rumored Amazonian tribe said to possess impossible knowledge—healing techniques long lost to time, rituals that could “speak to the forest,” and a language no outsider had ever heard and lived to describe.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Disease With No Name. AI-Generated.
Dr. Lena Hart had treated dozens of strange tropical illnesses in her career, but nothing prepared her for the nightmare waiting inside the uncharted basin of the Amazon. Her team—biologist Omar Reyes, medic Jonah Pike, and survival expert Yara Silva—was on a mission to catalog new insect species. Instead, they discovered a threat older than human memory. It began with a single bite.
By Ahmed aldeabella2 months ago in Fiction
The Tribe Without Shadows. AI-Generated.
Ethan Ward had ventured into the Amazon before—but never this deep, never this far from any place marked on a map. As a cultural anthropologist chasing whispers of an uncontacted tribe that locals called “The No-Shadow People,” he expected resistance. He did not expect to lose the sun on the second day. The canopy grew unnaturally dense as Ethan, his assistant Mara, and their guide Ruy advanced. Sunlight faded until the sky dissolved into a permanent twilight. The air cooled. Birds vanished. Even the usual chorus of insects fell silent as if afraid to breathe.
By Ahmed aldeabella2 months ago in Fiction
The Green Light. AI-Generated.
The jungle was alive that night. Not with sound— but with light Dr. Harper Quinn had spent her career studying bioluminescent organisms, from deep-sea plankton to cave fungi. But nothing she’d seen compared to what she witnessed deep in the Amazon basin: a soft green glow rippling through the canopy, pulsing like a heartbeat across miles of untouched forest.
By Ahmed aldeabella2 months ago in Fiction
The Voice of the Forest. AI-Generated.
The Amazon was never silent—but Dr. Morgan Hale never expected it to speak back. . As part of an elite acoustic-research team, Morgan traveled deep into an unexplored section of the rainforest to study mysterious sound patterns captured by satellites. Alongside her were sound engineer Theo Grant, whose microphones could detect a heartbeat from fifty meters away, and Amaru, a local guide raised on stories warning people never to disturb “the forest that imitates.”
By Ahmed aldeabella2 months ago in Fiction
