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The Last Upload
By the year 2097, Earth had turned into a hyper-connected globe where humans did not just live physically—they lived virtually as well. As a result of a revolutionary project called NeuroNet, humans were able to upload their consciousness into a virtual globe that was really vast, where time passed more quickly, and there was no limit to possibilities. Humans could experience decades of learning, dreaming, and creating in just one year in the real world.
By Sourove Kumar10 months ago in Fiction
"The Ghost Ship of 1872: What Really Happened to the Mary Celeste?"
A Sailor’s Account December 4, 1872 – Mid-Atlantic The wind was wrong. On the deck of the Dei Gratia, I was looking at the far-off brigantine via my spyglass. She was half-abandoned, her hull listing slightly, her sails half-furled.
By Md Jabed Hassan10 months ago in Fiction
Whirlwinds of Despair: Voices from the Heart of the April Storms. Content Warning.
As the skies grew ominous in early April 2025, no one anticipated the scale of devastation about to strike the Southern and Midwestern United States. From April 2 to 7, a relentless barrage of 145 tornadoes ripped through communities, leveling homes, uprooting lives, and leaving survivors in shock. Alongside the twisters, torrential rains triggered catastrophic flooding, submerging towns and overwhelming emergency responders. Yet amid the wreckage, tales of courage and survival emerged—glimmers of hope in the darkest of hours.
By Tajbick Sami10 months ago in Fiction
The Undiscovered Mirrathar Temple
The dense jungle was illuminated by an orange glow as the sun fell below the horizon. Claire tightened the straps on her backpack and glanced at her map. The sound of rustling leaves echoed around her, and the air smelled of damp earth and ancient secrets.
By Snigdha Ahmed 10 months ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Blackwood Valley
Claire stood in front of the looming Blackwood House just after midnight, her breath misting in the chilly air. The mansion was old, the windows like empty eyes staring out into the dark, the iron gates rusted and creaking as if they had been untouched for years. Although Claire had only been to this small town for a weekend, she felt compelled to look into the rumors about Blackwood House from the locals. They spoke of a curse, of strange disappearances that stretched back over a century, of people who ventured inside the house and never returned.
By Snigdha Ahmed 10 months ago in Fiction
When Tomorrow Looked Back!!. AI-Generated.
Time travel did not exist in science fiction in 2149. It was kept secret. Dr. Elara Voss stood alone in the observation chamber, watching the prototype hum with a low, resonant pulse. The machine was crude, with glowing conduits, coils, and a central seat that looked like it had been redesigned by a madman to look like a dentist's chair. But it worked. Or at least it once did. That first jump sent a rat two minutes into the future. The rat endured. A drone was launched ten years ahead by the second jump. It never came back.
By Md Nusaib Ul Islam10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Signal
The Last Signal : A Love That Defied the End Her whisper cut through the static, fragile but fierce. “This is Signal 47, reaching out to anyone still listening. I’m here. I’m waiting.” Elena’s voice trembled in the cold, her breath clouding the cracked window of the abandoned radio station. She hadn’t heard his voice in a year, but she broadcast anyway.
By Omor Faruk Dewan10 months ago in Fiction
How to Sleep in 2 Minutes
How to Fall Asleep in 2 Minutes: The Military Sleep Technique That Actually Works In our fast-moving world, sleep can seem like an indulgence. Due to stress, overthinking, or excessive screen time, countless people struggle to drift off quickly. But what if you could teach your body to fall asleep in just two minutes? Seems unlikely, doesn’t it?
By Mubarak Hossain Akash10 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 14)
Whatever you do in life, if it's worth a damn, you must open yourself up and pour your soul into it. You can't do it with your hard head or with your big heart; no, you must pour yourself, your true self, that part floating in the center of you, pour that part out into the world, and know some of it won't ever come back home with you."
By Christopher Dubbs10 months ago in Fiction
The Final Whistle
Boys playing football started to wake up early because during practice there was a sun which emitted sunlight. Shining so bright that Kareem could feel it in his cracked boots which he believed needed replacement. The sun was just and accentuated the dust all around his feet like a necklace as he dressed himself. He too, in a way, was like his feet. The boots screamed life and had stories to tell but they were just too exhausted to do so for he was around for some time now. His knee joint rings, two knee taps and that was the sound of dove tailing screws needing lubrication.
By Tanjir Ahmed10 months ago in Fiction
