thriller
The Train That Never Stopped
The rain had been falling for hours. My shoes were soaked through, and my jacket clung to me like wet paper. I’d been waiting at the deserted station for what felt like an eternity. The last scheduled train had passed an hour ago, but my only chance of getting home was to wait for an unscheduled freight or passenger train that might, just might, stop.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zanira (Part II)
Salar got no sleep that night. His head filled with tales from the gold book. The kings of bright stars, ships that sailed the skies with no wings, and a flower that lived for a long life—it all seemed like a dream. But the book was real. It felt big in his hands. Full of real tales.
By Mehran Aman6 months ago in Fiction
Who's the real monsters
Slowly making my way down the vents I paid attention to every sound that was made. Hannah's conversation kept replaying in my head. She has a mother who's still alive and is most likely close by. Thinking I could use this to my advantage and if she tries to get me sent to either The Thing from the Pit or Nurse Ratchet I'll come down on her hard. That would explain why everyone has been sucking up to her.
By Lucy Torralba6 months ago in Fiction
The Third Sun
In the skies of Velora, a planet warmed by three radiant suns, light was life. The people built their homes, cities, and faiths around the celestial trio—Solari, Ember, and Veyra—each rising in a different part of the sky, bathing the world in constant glow.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Fiction
Strike Team Revised
Hector stood slightly apart from his team. Their nervous chatter and bursts of laughter grated on his focus. Some Strike teams entered the arena for glory or thrills—but not his. For them, this was survival. A brutal winter loomed, and the winnings from the Strike were their only hope of making it through.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
Strike Arena
Hector stood slightly apart from his team. Their nervous chatter and bursts of laughter grated on his focus. Some Strike teams entered the dome for glory or thrills—but not his. For them, this was survival. A brutal winter loomed, and the winnings from the Strike were their only hope of securing enough rations and power cells to make it through.
By Liz Burton6 months ago in Fiction
Chaos
Chaos They are all the same. Yet they expect me to follow there drab views, and routines, and when I don’t it so upsets them. Well I got news for them the day of my birth god released a new animal among this world so lets light them up, and he laughed chaotically while setting an orphanage a blaze afterwards, he walked away no remorse in his heart not even a soul to look into threw his empty eye’s. His name was Jeff Hanks, and he was the most vengeful criminal that I had ever tracked. My name is Kurt London,
By Joshua Lee Prentice6 months ago in Fiction
Gold in the Backyard: Real Stories of Accidental Treasure Hunters
Most of us dream about striking it rich someday—maybe winning the lottery or stumbling across a rare collectible. But for a lucky few, wealth didn’t come from Wall Street or hard work. It came from dirt, dust, and dumb luck… right in their own backyards.
By Shoaib Afridi6 months ago in Fiction
The Nights at the Library
Usually, I do not get called out to work at this particular library too often. But this night I am to report to the university Curriculum library (is where education majors can sign out old textbooks to complete various course projects using old schoolbooks) and start their yearly perpetual inventory. For those you do not know a perpetual inventory is where librarians and if there are assistants count all the books in said library to make sure all the books were returned. This is one tedious job duty, but if one really loves books no matter the content the job is not that bad, and it gives one a sense of accomplishment.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
