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The Day Time Broke
It started at exactly 2:17 PM, on a normal Tuesday. Clocks stopped all around the globe. Digital clocks, analog clocks, atomic clocks—everything that told time stopped. Phones did not update. Watches stopped moving. Even the sun, inexplicably, appeared to stop, locked in the same spot in the sky like a photograph.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Fiction
The Man in The Shadows
Paul kept a hand on the small of Jessica’s back as they stepped away from the hotel window. She could still see the man—just barely. His silhouette was ghostlike in the moonlight, watching them from across the street. He seemed as though time meant nothing. It was like he had all the time in the world. Jessica's shoulders slumped. She was tired.
By Loretta Emmons10 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Vanished After Prom Night: Still No Clues, 10 Years Later
She walked into the woods in red—and never came back. --- The Last Dance She Never Made It To Lila Carter was the kind of girl everyone noticed but few truly knew. Class president, theater star, prom queen favorite—her name was etched into every hallway of Crescent Valley High. But on the night of May 14, 2015, Lila disappeared without a trace, vanishing into the thick Georgia night just hours after getting ready for what was supposed to be the best night of her life.
By Gift Abotsi 10 months ago in Fiction
A Cruel King:The King's Wrath
Once upon a time, in a land far to the east, there ruled a king whose heart was as cold as the winter winds that swept through his kingdom. His name was King Malak, and his reign was marked by fear, sorrow, and a relentless thirst for power. The people of the land spoke his name in hushed whispers, for none dared to defy him. He was a man of great stature, both in height and in influence, his dark eyes always glimmering with malice and ambition.
By Sajawal Shah10 months ago in Fiction
Heart of the Jungle. Content Warning.
He sat in the shade of the wall in the suffocating humidity of the jungle. The wall even decayed with age and collapsed dwarfed him, well over 30 metres high, the lime mortar infiltrated and choked with ivy and vines. The building and civilisation it protected long since dead and yet also unknown. Similar civilisations of this area used to disembowel and cut the hearts out of children in an offering to a supposedly watching god, the children, their own, went willingly, the slaves they captured from the surrounding tribes whose flesh could be purchased at markets for consumption were not so lucky, particularly when the broken skulls in their severed head rolled bouncing down stone steps like some perverse game of slinky. At least thats the minimum they have confessed to in their pictographical codices printed on slaughtered animal hides, depicted in statues and written on their templo mayor stone monuments. He wondered these days how the black hearted liberals would look at a ritual of child sacrifice, the deliberate murder of a willing child in a freakish extreme munchausen by proxy infanticide ritual designed on a hunch to please a god they have never seen and may not exist. With their stances on criminals they would be only too accepting of their noble savages infanticide rituals, especially given their warped marxist morality free from basic christian concepts like thou shalt not kill.
By Elliot Davison10 months ago in Fiction
