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Every Night, I Dream of a Place That Doesn't Exist - Until I Saw It in Real Life
Something felt off the moment I opened my eyes. The room was familiar, yet everything outside my window looked different. The streets, the buildings, even the sky had the same hues I had only seen in dreams. My breath caught in my throat. This place was never supposed to exist outside of my sleep. Yet, here I was, standing in the middle of it.
By Ojo11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Knock. AI-Generated.
It was just past midnight when the knocking started. Three slow, deliberate raps against the front door. I jolted upright, my heart hammering in my chest. Who knocks at this hour? My husband, Ethan, lay still beside me, his breathing deep and unbothered.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran11 months ago in Fiction
The Breakfast Table
The kitchen was warm and filled with the scent of fresh bread and sizzling bacon. Unlike the spotless kitchens in magazines, this one was cluttered with well-used appliances, a stack of cookbooks, and the faintest trace of flour dust on the countertops. It was a kitchen of memories, where love was measured in cups of sugar and dashes of spice.
By Anthony Scott11 months ago in Fiction
They Erased a Man From History—But I Found Him
Nobody was supposed to remember him. His name was wiped from records, his achievements buried, his entire existence reduced to whispers in forgotten archives. But something slipped through the cracks. A trace of him remained, hidden where no one expected. And once I found it, I couldn’t look away.
By Ojo11 months ago in Fiction
The Man in the Shadows
Jessica Bowden sat in the brightly lit interrogation room, the cold metal chair pressing into her back as Sheriff Franklin studied her across the table. His sharp blue eyes bore into hers, scrutinizing every twitch, every breath. Jessica clenched her fists, trying to still the tremble in her fingers. She had done nothing wrong, yet here she was...labeled a person of interest simply because she had discovered her mother’s lifeless body moments after the murder.
By Loretta Emmons11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
In the detention center,where the captors had been taken, Sarah was processed efficiently, her possessions confiscated, and a new, stronger dose of Equilibrium administered against her will. As the drug entered her system, she fought to maintain her emotional clarity, focusing on the faces of those she'd come to care for—Elias, Luna, Dr. Wei, and the countless citizens who deserved the freedom to feel.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Ellie
To put it simply, mayhem ensued. While Murphy was left dangling from the bars, holding on for dear life, my turn to die had finally arrived, and Hnid was going to be my executioner. The wolf spider bit into my cocconned body, then tossed me towards the red gate so the younger spiders and lint ants could have some fun with me before I was fed to the beast.
By Kale Sinclair11 months ago in Fiction
Wires of the Past
Rojas ran her fingers over the cold metal of the engine’s core. The hum of The Last Starship vibrated through her bones, the sound a reminder of both the ship’s resilience and its impending decay. Each circuit she fixed, each panel she patched, was another step in a race against time—a race to find hope in the broken technology that was supposed to save them all.
By Alexander Terrell11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
The old subway tunnels beneath Equilibrium were a labyrinth of darkness punctuated by emergency lights that flickered like dying stars. Sarah moved quickly, following Elias's directions, the data drive secure in an inner pocket.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Durham's Blue Light
This story was originally published on Medium. 2 and a half years ago... It's interesting to see how my writing has grown since then.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile11 months ago in Fiction
The Wage Slave’s Manifesto 3 (STORY)
— — Chapter 2 << >> Chapter 4 ### **The Aftermath** Ethan hunched over a flickering BMSE terminal, his eyes bloodshot. Praetorian’s stock plummets into freefall, its collapse splashed across every underground feed. Corporate news drones spin the narrative — *“Terrorist algorithms sabotage patriotic industry!”* — but the damage is done. Ethan’s CCS account swells to **$1.2 million**, a number that feels hollow as alarms blare on his stolen tablet.
By Ethan Cole11 months ago in Fiction
The Backyard
Outside in the backyard there were always wildflowers growing everywhere. You could even have seen rabbits, squirrels and birds of all kinds. But, one day that started out being a beautiful, sunny day turned out to be a day that nobody ever expected to happen. The sky turned an awful dark gray almost black, but they thought a tornado was approaching but none of them heard the tell-tale sign of a roaring train. As quick as the dark sky appeared it disappeared and the sun came back out, but it also seemed different for now it was blistering hot, and the humidity was unbearable.
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Fiction