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Brain Rot. Top Story - November 2024.
Laughter echoed through the glass walls and ricocheted like a bullet down the smooth hallway. She was laughing for no good reason and the techs knew as much. It was just another daydream of slitting her throat and spilling all those warm red secrets across the floor.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice- Prologue . Content Warning.
Everything is in order. I've checked and double-checked with everyone. All the players know their place and what to do. I glance around the room, and every tribe on Atija is here. The royal family of the Juerfea just showed. The Illurian Chief and her tribe and the Empress of the Uskiu, Lumeria, and her people are hosting. This is perfect. All the plans are falling into place, and everyone will be present for this year's spectacle. It takes months of preparation for The Sol Festival. Every three years, we come together on the Deep of Portia to celebrate the convergence of our suns. The festival is always so lively and exuberant, and this year will be no different. We will make this sol festival one to remember.
By Umbele Inkabout a year ago in Fiction
Eldergrove's Veil: A Story of Shadows and Light
In the heart of an ancient forest, nestled between towering mountains and a winding river, lay a village named Eldergrove. This place was shrouded in legend and steeped in mystique, where the air was thick with the scent of pine and the whispers of the past. The villagers often spoke in hushed tones about the strange happenings that occurred within the woods—the flickering lights that danced among the trees, the haunting melodies that drifted on the wind, and the shadows that seemed to have a life of their own.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAMabout a year ago in Fiction
Humans are Living Weapons tol
The term "Living Weapon" are given to the most dangerous and troublesome species. The ones with deadly claws and fangs, with poisons that can melt through super alloys and densely packed muscles that allow organisms to lift close to three hundred times their weight. Living weapons is the term used for biologically superior organisms within the Galactic Federation... And Humans.
By sagar dhitalabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cloak of Death
Wherever I am, whatever this place, one thing is certain, time is irrelevant. There is no moon. There is no light. I am engulfed in total darkness, lying in a warm liquid – a mixture of aggregated blood and urine. The putrid stench overwhelms me, quickly filling my nostrils and etching itself into my torn, tattered clothing. The devil himself has come for me.
By John Hannaabout a year ago in Fiction









