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A Message That Appeared on My Phone From the Future
It was a normal Thursday night—or at least, I thought it was. I was scrolling through my phone, half-watching a poorly made horror movie on YouTube, when something strange happened. My screen flickered for a split second, and a notification appeared.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Prologue Ivy has spent years rebuilding a life that once burned to ashes—her past hidden, her peace fragile. Just when she begins to believe she’s finally safe, a stranger with ocean‑blue eyes appears at her door, stirring a fear she thought she’d buried forever.
By Asha verne2 months ago in Fiction
The Person I Buried Came Back to My Door Tonight
I wasn’t expecting anyone that late. It was nearly midnight, the kind of hour when even the street dogs stop barking, when the whole world feels like it’s holding its breath. I was sitting alone in my living room, the lamp flickering for the third time that night, when I heard it: three slow knocks on the front door.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF MISUNDERSTANDING. AI-Generated.
The late afternoon sun spilled warm orange light across Hoshizora High School, painting the courtyard in long shadows. Students laughed, chattered, and slowly filtered out of the gate, eager to escape another day of classes.
By forhad hossain2 months ago in Fiction
Day 5: Bluemoon Lit Caper
I knew this would happen. Normally, the poison named My Inclusion takes longer to show warning signs. If I can remain on par the course through their retelling of my symptoms from a night of "sleep," the next level of obstacles won’t hit so hard so fast. The roar is brewing beneath the volcano’s lid; the medication will have faded by now, whatever has been waiting to flood my vision is on its way. Testing each other...sure, okay. Maybe I should've force-filled stolen medical records they weirdly had with a prophecy with killer stats, but as doctors suggested, pretending it’s not there is worse as a stressor than communing in the meantime. Guess there's no need to relish. Fighting to ignore childhood bias, home training might be easier with these lunatics at the helm. Don’t get me wrong. No semi-competent crew could hold down one bitchen fort like this. These aren’t dizzy dames and loose cannons playing religion. They’re tough customers. (Explanation for the period in the addition.) Yet, what they expect to happen—what Cornman Ron is spooked about seeing for whatever reason, is loony with a capital LUNE.
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Fiction
The House Gibson Stayed In. Content Warning.
Nathan was exhausted and the last goal felt impossible. He dashed down the field as two opponents surrounded. The firm ground grew muddy, the air filled with moisture, and sweat pooled on his back. The dark clouds clamped down on the sunlight — reminding him of a church pamphlet.
By zak karriem2 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Corridor:. AI-Generated.
It changed into almost 9:00 p.m. while Ayesha stayed in the back of at faculty to complete her undertaking. The corridors were unusually quiet, the form of silence that pressed towards her ears. As she walked in the direction of the exit, the fluorescent light above flickered, humming faintly. She paused, her footsteps echoing too loudly within the vacancy.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Notification:. AI-Generated.
It become eleven:47 p.m. while Ayesha’s cellphone buzzed on her desk. She had silenced all apps hours in the past, decided to finish her essay earlier than middle of the night. yet, the screen lit up with a notification from an app she didn’t don't forget putting in. Its icon was a faint grey circle, nearly invisible against the dark heritage.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Heard the Shadows
In a quiet valley far from busy cities, there stood a kingdom famous for its beauty but troubled by a strange mystery. Every night, the villagers claimed they heard whispers near the mountains. Some said it was wind. Others said it was the voice of spirits. No one really knew. The king often tried to investigate, but his advisors dismissed everything as superstition.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Madman
In ancient times, a kind-hearted king ruled over a small kingdom. He meant well, but he wasn’t very wise. This made him restless, because he was always searching for intelligent and capable people who could help his kingdom grow and protect it from enemies. His current advisors only gave long speeches, took their salaries, and offered nothing useful. Their empty suggestions frustrated him.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
