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The Last Message from Tomorrow
Maya never thought the future would reach her through a single text message. She was a night owl by habit, scrolling through endless feeds and memes until her eyelids drooped. At 2:03 AM, her phone buzzed on her nightstand, vibrating against a stack of unread books she always meant to finish. She expected another spam notification or a random meme from her insomniac cousin. But the preview froze her thumb mid-scroll.
By Muhammad Riaz7 months ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Blue Dress
We didn’t know her name. Only that she lived in the third-floor flat, two windows across from the church bell that stopped chiming after the second raid. Her mother was quiet, always nodding politely in the stairwell, always carrying something—laundry, a loaf, a child half-asleep on her shoulder. We noticed them in the way we notice wallpaper or lamp posts or the sound of pigeons roosting in the attic. They were part of the backdrop, not the story.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
Black Wings. AI-Generated.
Three were sent to kill a beast. One came back to become something worse. Jannik tied his boot a third time. It always came undone right before something bad happened. Like his mother’s throat. Like that cow last full moon. He looked up at the moon and tugged harder.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
Caution Hits Before The Wind
Many of us as individuals go throughout life without a care in the world and just let things be as they are. However, this mindset is a dangerous one as it can just as well lead to a good outcome as well as a bad one. This is a story about a young fox named Amber, who's cautious nature became the one thing that saved her when she was besieged by a beast she had no hope of defeating.
By Toby Heward7 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name Before I Spoke
The Stranger Who Knew My Name Before I Spoke A Mysterious Encounter That Changed Everything I Thought I Knew About Fate It was a grey November afternoon, the kind where the sky feels too heavy and silence wraps around everything like a cold sheet. I had just left a therapy session I didn’t speak much in, and I wandered into a nearby park to think — or not think. I wasn’t sure which.
By Anwar Jamil7 months ago in Fiction
