Stream of Consciousness

The Doppelgänger Effect
The Doppelgänger Effect In the quiet, mist-shrouded town of Eldermere, nestled between ancient forests and a whispering river, there was a legend that no one spoke of but everyone feared. It was the tale of the Doppelgänger Effect—a phenomenon said to occur once every century, when the veil between worlds grew thin, and shadows took on a life of their own. It was said that during this time, a person might encounter their exact double, a mirror image of themselves, but with a sinister twist. To meet one’s doppelgänger was an omen of impending doom, a harbinger of chaos that would unravel the fabric of one’s life.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Thief
The Memory Thief The town of Evermere had a secret. At first glance, it was like any other quaint village—cobblestone streets, ivy-covered cottages, and a marketplace that bustled with cheerful voices. But in the heart of Evermere stood an ancient bookstore, **The Hollow Quill**, owned by a man few dared to speak of: Elias Thorne.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
The Tomorrow They Promised
Introduction Over the years, we have been promised a future filled with innovation, progress, and boundless possibilities. From the earliest utopian dreams of human advancement to the space-age visions of the 20th century, the concept of "tomorrow" has always been associated with grand promises of a better world.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Fiction
Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day The snow fell softly over the small town of Willowbrook, blanketing the streets in a quiet, shimmering white. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and the town was alive with the hum of love—roses in shop windows, heart-shaped balloons tied to lampposts, and couples strolling hand in hand through the frosty air. But for Clara, this day was just another reminder of what she had lost.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
One Last Time
One Last Time The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the small coastal town of Seabrook. The salty breeze carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the briny tang of the ocean. It was a place where time seemed to slow, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore, and where memories lingered like the tide.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
The Passenger in Seat D8
Read The Passenger in Seat B9 America, the beautiful. The land of the free. The home of the brave. I’ve heard these words since early childhood. But my troubles started shortly after I got here. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not the whole nation. It’s not even the whole city. It’s just that one person. That man that keeps watching me. Everywhere I go, he shows up. He looks into my very soul. He’s looking for something. It’s like he wants something evil to be inside me and he gets upset that it’s not there. Let me tell you about the first time I noticed him.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Fiction
The Passenger in Seat B9
Who was he? That man at the store. He was staring at me. Watching me. What was he doing? He was up to no good. I could feel it. I know it.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Fiction
The Starlight Curse
In a world where magic coursed through the veins of the earth, two beings existed on opposite sides of a forbidden divide. Selene, a Moonweaver, could spin silver threads of moonlight to weave dreams and illusions. Eryx, a Starborn, was born of stardust, destined to blaze across the heavens and never linger in one place for too long. The laws of their realms forbade them from meeting, for the Moonweavers drew their power from the stillness of the night, while the Starborn thrived in endless movement and light.
By The Kind Quill12 months ago in Fiction
The Eternal Dance
I do not wish to know you said the light, the Source Darkness was gentle & silent, it stretched far wrapped around the light
By Raena Skyy12 months ago in Fiction
Passengers
Sitting on the train is a daily to-do, but there are always a plethora of new faces on each ride. You try to study them -- what kind of personalities are hidden under the surface -- and sometimes they will give little hints.
By Belle12 months ago in Fiction
3 black Xs where my locker number was.. Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
(no dialogue, only stage directions) School bell. Hallways flood with students. We follow a girl with her head down, walking and weaving through the crowd almost effortlessly. As if a ghost. She is in uniform, pristine, like everyone else.
By Ruby Red12 months ago in Fiction
capercaillie's strange friend
It vanished the moment I clicked the bathroom light on. I hadn’t imagined it, had I? No, I’d put down the drink a few months back. It never did me good drinking on my own. Conjuring up false entities to entertain my lonely mind made sense. I didn’t do much else apart from serve drinks all day. It had become normality to oversleep all afternoon, making me feel like a statue rotting away in my sheets. If I felt like moving, I’d open my blinds. Usually, I saw no daylight. Nothing here but rain and mud. I saw no other people apart from the Hooded Crow’s customers. Eilidh was our regular, he’d gone hiking with Errol and I a few years back. He was an odd man, who stank of cigar smoke and oil, but I had learnt to be comfortable in his company. His order consisted of two ham pasties and two pints of McEwan’s. Then he would spend his time on the darts, or pool on Fridays, where he boggled other pub-goers with his strange techniques. Most people ignored Eilidh but paid him attention when he was hitting 8 balls. I hadn’t watched a game of pool in some time. It took me a while to close up on my own, and I wouldn’t think of letting someone help me. The Hooded Crow was my father’s. It was mine. I couldn’t let anybody near it. It blew my mind how people kept coming. With Errol gone, leaving nothing but his bag to be handed over by a policewoman with a faraway look in her eyes…how was anything to ever be normal again? No, I did not care for Eilidh’s games. Even with him leaning over the counter and saying:
By Essie12 months ago in Fiction