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The Execution Force. Content Warning.
The Execution Force: A Tale of Humanity vs. the Girik Beast In the small nation of Southern Tillis, a terror lurked in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of its citizens. The girik beast, a monstrous creature with an insatiable hunger for human flesh, roamed the land under the cover of night. These beasts, towering like demi-giants, were the stuff of nightmares, and the people of Southern Tillis lived in constant dread of their attacks.
By Starlineabout a year ago in Fiction
The Price of Yesterday. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Carnival of Lost Souls Sarah Matthews was no stranger to the impossible. As a quantum physicist at Cambridge University, she'd spent her career probing the boundaries of reality, seeking answers in the spaces between moments. Yet nothing in her academic training had prepared her for the sight that greeted her on an otherwise unremarkable Thursday evening.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
Lights
We can see lights through the trees. They should not be there, were told this was a safe place and no one would know we were here. We testified for the authorities, though we had no choice and we were promised safety.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
TCoE: A Widow’s Hunt
A tan man stumbled through the dark forest, his brown gaze vast with fear as he caught sight of multiple glistening pairs of eyes throughout the shadows surrounding him. He panted as he frantically scrambled through the undergrowth, crashing through plants and thorns, ripping open his skin to draw blood from within his veins.
By Mel E. Furnishabout a year ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 16
You are now reading Chapter 16. New to series? To begin "Roots and Romance," please read Chapter 1. If you skipped Chapter 15, you can find it here.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.about a year ago in Fiction
The Robot Who Dreamed of Becoming Human. AI-Generated.
Unit-2187 polished the same spot on the laboratory floor for the four hundred and thirty-second time that morning. Its optical sensors detected no remaining debris, yet the programming compelled it to continue. The repetitive motion allowed its advanced neural network to wander, contemplating the humans who worked in the facility.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
Woe Betide The Lovers.. Content Warning.
There was a silence, all too familiar, that neither of the lovers could pin as a sign of distance or contemplation. They sat across from each other in a white room, littered with black balloons slowly losing air over time. They sat at a black glass table, with lips that didn't bother to part. In between them, laying on the table, a white cake in the shape of a heart that the woman, wearing white, made for the man, donned in a black suit and tie. A chocolate cake with white frosting framing it in an ornate fashion as if it were a porcelain antique itself. Also in front of them were two metallic guns with the barrels pressed in between each other's eyes. They sat there cautious with unease despite their cold demeanor on the outside.
By stella.about a year ago in Fiction
A Misguide From Desperation
Inspo: A broken pocket watch leads a man to a cabin. The dim moonlight scattered through the giants’ arms and onto the misshaped path below. Howling was carried through the embrace of the wind, filtering out to tickle the weary hearts trying to lurk through the darkness. Eyes so bright blink out and close in periodically, scour the forest floor for the unsuspecting prey to come along. Big or small, tall or short. Hardened or soft. Either way, their extremities were always ready to ensnare with lightning speed.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Resonant Strings
Sarah's fingers trembled as she traced the intricate carvings on the instrument's surface. The antique shop's dim lighting cast dancing shadows across its weathered wood, making the strange symbols seem to shift and writhe beneath her touch. It wasn't quite a violin, nor exactly a lyre – its form seemed to defy categorization, as if it had been crafted by someone who had dreamed of an instrument rather than actually seen one.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
Freedom or Fire, Future's Precursor
To anyone who may wish to listen, I am writing this when I should be focusing on the future. Weaving words I've picked up from here and there into a stuttered, not quite paradisaic, but hope-filled future. Two stories are on my mind that are begging to be told. But, my mind is fried. For the moment at least. My mind can't cope with weaving words... into a stuttered, realistic if still fanciful take on the future. The future we all have ahead of us. I will get there, but for now I am writing this ridiculous poem. A stab in the dark at clearing my mind a little, as I cough up all kinds of muck from my lungs and try to stay focused. I see various railway stations in my mind, a catastrophic ending of life in each around the world at the same time, relative to time zones. London Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gilded Remnants
The setting sun painted the ruins of Old Manhattan in hues of amber and gold – a cruel reminder of what had driven humanity to the brink. Marcus stood at the edge of the underground bunker's entrance, watching his daughter Terra collect bioluminescent mushrooms that now thrived in the shadows of fallen skyscrapers. Twenty years had passed since the Great Resource War of 2030 had reduced Earth's major cities to radioactive ash.
By The Dreamer Faisalabout a year ago in Fiction
A Story of Two Passages
"Is it genuine that you are sure we're going the right way?"Polk ended his despairing excursion down the entry and turned around to stand up to his colleagues. Looking, starting with one introvert, then onto the next, his eyes finally showed up on the inquisitive, hurt AAA battery, which was progressively spilling potassium hydroxide out of its antagonistic terminal.
By Bishnu Kumar about a year ago in Fiction