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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
Love in the Time of Dial-Up
In the fall of 1999, when the world was still bracing for Y2K and everyone saved their documents on floppy disks, love bloomed slowly—pixel by pixel, word by word, across the shaky lines of dial-up internet. Back then, the web was not yet a stream but a sputter. Connections were noisy, unreliable, and precious. It was in this static-laced symphony that Adam met Eliza.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message from Earth
The year was 2145. Earth had been declared uninhabitable for over three decades. Climate collapse, nuclear skirmishes, and viral pandemics had rendered the blue marble a toxic wasteland. Humanity, or what was left of it, had scattered among the stars — colonizing Mars, floating cities on Titan, and sprawling mining colonies across the Kuiper Belt.
By Soul Pages6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah I found the letter by accident. Tucked inside the back of my mother’s worn-out recipe book, behind a page smudged with gravy stains and faint ink scribbles about nutmeg, was an envelope that didn’t belong. It was brittle, yellowed with age, and sealed with a faded wax stamp I didn’t recognize.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Clock That Ticked Backwards”
Part 1: The Discovery I had never seen a clock like that before. It wasn’t beautiful or fancy. It had a plain wooden frame, a cracked glass face, and bold black numbers. But what made it unusual wasn’t how it looked — it was how it behaved.
By Naimat ullah6 months ago in Fiction
Out In The Woods. Content Warning.
Chapter One August 18th, 2003. It was a cold and windy night while heading back home to Otsego, Michigan. Home of the Bulldogs, a football game they had just won from an away game. It’s dark and the surrounding area is nothing but trees and the sound of water. A group of teenagers Doug, Travis, Roy, Linda, Stephanie and Sierra were listening to music, drinking and dancing in a Tata Harrier SUV. The driver, who was also drinking, was not paying attention and went to turn up the music on the radio while having his eyes off the road for simply 3 seconds, and had just hit something hard.
By Hayleigh McClellan6 months ago in Fiction
