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"Silent Struggle: Marcus' Fight for Tomorrow"
In the crumbling remnants of what was once a thriving metropolis, Marcus found himself navigating a dystopian nightmare. The city, once vibrant and alive, had become a desolate landscape ruled by chaos and survival of the fittest. Roving gangs, packs of wild dogs, and desperate thugs lurked around every corner, ready to pounce on anyone they deemed vulnerable.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
"Sergei's Final Mission"
In the dimly lit safehouse on the outskirts of West Berlin, Sergei sat with a heavy heart. He had been a double-agent for the CIA for over a decade, navigating the dangerous waters of espionage during the Cold War. Now, nearing retirement, he had hoped for a quiet exit, a return to a semblance of normalcy that had eluded him for so long.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
"The Dispossession of Waseem"
In the bustling city of Al-Bazir, where the scent of spices mingled with the chatter of merchants, Waseem was renowned as a merchant prince. He possessed a sharp mind for trade and a jeweled sword that gleamed as brightly as his reputation. Clad in rich silks and a beard that flowed like a river of midnight, he was a familiar figure in the court of the Sultan.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Murky of Kali
In the heart of Varanasi, where the Ganges flowed with ancient whispers and the streets hummed with devotion, Nainsuk found himself at the edge of despair. His sister, Maya, had disappeared three days ago, leaving behind only a cryptic note that hinted at a perilous truth: she had been taken as a sacrifice to appease the fierce goddess Kali.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
2026 - The War of the Americas
Part I of this series can be found here. "Fuck Dom, that's Tijuana alright, and San Ysidro crossing has been totally fucking destroyed. How could we have not heard anything? or seen anything?" Dom considered the question briefly before responding "Don't know babe, my guess is must have been a cruise missile strike likely from a sea based destroyer off of San Diego. If it had been an airstrike surely we would have heard the jets." That was a question for another day, right now a more pressing concern was on Dom's mind, and he guessed Sylvia would have the exact same immediate concern. "How do you think Mexico is going to react baby?" Dom asked already knowing the answer, but hoping she might surprise him. "Not well Dom, not fucking well." Within minutes she was proven correct as breaking news coming from multiple sources indicated that Mexico had declared it was now officially at war with the United States having been attacked without provocation. That news was troublesome to say the least but what came next, was a thing they did not expect, but perhaps should have, and it caused the fear level in them both to rise to new levels. Mexico had declared all US citizens living in Mexico enemy combatants and ordered their immediate arrest and detention. Immigration records had already been pulled, both Dom and Sylvia were registered as temporary residents of Mexico, and national guard and regular military had already been deployed to the addresses on file to begin rounding up Americans. "Fuck babe. We need to act now. They could be here to arrest us at any minute."
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
First contact with an alien civilization and the consequences.
The news spread like wildfire across the globe - humanity had made contact with an alien civilization. It began with a series of strange radio signals detected by SETI researchers, seemingly originating from the Gliese 667 system. After years of analysis and failed attempts at communication, a message was finally received, in a complex mathematical language.
By Abdul Rafay Khan (ARK S)2 years ago in Fiction
Crossroad. Content Warning.
A tree stands alone at the end of a long and winding road. It marks the end of one journey and the beginning of others. Before its twisted, ancient trunk, the road splits in two, the only place since its beginning when it had done so. To one side or the other, all travellers must go.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
The Ticking Nightmare
It was an ordinary school day, the air filled with the chatter of students and the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Arvind found himself drawn to an unusual object in the school's science lab – an antique pocket watch. With curiosity, Arvind couldn't resist the urge to examine the watch closely. As he gently turned the winding key, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, the lights flickered ominously, and a chilling silence descended upon the lab.
By BG2 years ago in Fiction
"Zion Jones is a Police Interrogator in Miami's"
Detective Zion Hayes stared across the interrogation room table at the suspect, a wiry man with wild eyes and a disconcerting grin that seemed permanently etched on his face. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the weight of unsolved mysteries. Zion had seen his fair share of criminals, but this one was different—a puzzle wrapped in an enigma.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
THE HOUSE ON HOLLOW HILL
Deep in the misty valleys of Hollow Hill stood an old, abandoned mansion. Its once-grand façade was now a decaying relic of forgotten opulence, shrouded in ivy and surrounded by overgrown gardens choked with thorns. The locals whispered of dark secrets that permeated its walls, warning travelers to steer clear of its haunted halls.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Shift
If He had been a Perceptive, He would have known that there had been a shift; He would have known that a new player had been brought into His game; He would have known that He was no longer the one who held all the power.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
2026 - The War of the Americas
When Sylvia saw the look of distress etched across the narrow lines of her husbands face as he turned from his phone to gaze up at her, she immediately knew the next words to come out of his mouth were not going to be good. "Shit babe, I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it. That son of a bitch, actually fucking did it, fuck, fuck, fuck. We are screwed here Syl, Trump just bombed Tijuana." Sylvia's heart dropped in her chest. It took her a few seconds to process what she had heard, stunned was the understatement of the century. "Shit Dom, are you sure? Are you certain? What's the source? Maybe it's a mistake, or propaganda?" "It's no mistake hon I have video footage right here. I am looking at it right now." Dom, spoke more gently now after hearing the fear in his wife's voice. He was scared too, very scared, but when Sylvia got scared, he got terrified, because it took a lot to shake her, and this news clearly had. He beckoned her over to sit beside him, and she moved quickly to his side putting one arm around his neck and over his shoulder using him like a swing to maneuver herself into her seat next to him. The warmth and love between them was evident in that moment revealed in the comfortableness of their physical interactions even in such highly stressful circumstances. She stared at the screen of the phone Dom had placed between them and saw smoke clouds rising above the border wall near San Ysidro crossing, the largest and busiest land border crossing in the world connecting the countries of Mexico and the United States just south of San Diego, California. Formerly largest, given what had just happened, Dom thought to himself. Additional footage showed the remains of the crossing itself which had been reduced to rubble and ash along both the Mexican and US sides of the border. The screams of the dead and dying could be heard above the wail of sirens. Mercifully, the strike must have happened in the middle of the night, probably between 2am and 4am local time. That was when the San Ysdiro crossing was slowest, but slow for a place like San Ysdiro still meant potentially hundreds to thousands of border crossers both on foot and by car, not to mention the hundreds of US and Mexican border agents working both sides of the crossing. What about the US CBP agents? she wondered. Had they been tipped off about the strike and evacuated? Likely that would have sent alarm bells ringing along the Mexican side so sadly she guessed, correctly it turned out, that they had not been informed, and instead had been deemed acceptable losses for the greater good. President Trump would call them war heroes for their sacrifice, but a sacrifice made without any choice, is no sacrifice at all she thought. It would also later be revealed that Trump had wanted to strike at the height of rush hour to maximize the impact, but had been talked out of it by his Generals who wisely counseled that the loss of innocent American lives would be so high it might lead to mass defections among the troops and possible insurrection in the military itself. Fortunately, Sylvia knew nothing of this at the time, and, as upset as she was by those thoughts, she also knew that the loss of a few hundred border patrol agents could be nothing more than an footnote in a war that might cost tens, or hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives should things spiral out of control.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction