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The Echo of Choices. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In 2045, the world lay in ruins — not from nuclear fire, but from nature's furious rebirth. Cities crumbled under earthquakes, coasts vanished beneath tsunamis, volcanoes blanketed the sky in ash. Humanity survived, scarred but alive, forced to rebuild from the ground up.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov2 months ago in Fiction
Shadows In The Mirror:. AI-Generated.
The reflect had usually been regular. A rectangle of glass framed in timber, hanging quietly on the wall of Sara’s bed room. For years, it had meditated not anything greater than her tired mornings, moved quickly evenings, and the occasional smile she forced earlier than leaving for paintings. however one iciness night time, as the wind rattled in opposition to the windowpanes, the replicate commenced to alternate.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Voice That Comes Only at Night
Every night at 12:47 a.m., Arman woke up. Not from a nightmare. Not from a sound. From a voice. It was faint at first, like a breath trapped inside the walls.
By Anas Khan2 months ago in Fiction
All The World. Content Warning.
“The theatre, the theatre, what has happened to the theatre?” - Danny Kaye, “Choreography,” White Christmas 1954 -0- Legend had it that the performance I observed was the first ever recorded with omni-directional camera technology. It would go a ways to explain why the actors always held a prop of some kind. And showing true ingenuity, each prop was meticulously chosen to fit each character. Nothing ever held in their hand, or gestured with in emphasis could be called anachronistic or unfitting.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Heat Wave
She turned up the dial radio and listened closely as the weather girl reported the weekly update. There was slight static, but with a brief adjustment, the woman's voice came in clearer.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Nightmare Man Monologue
I didn’t start off as a villain. Can I really be called a bad guy if I only kill off worse bad guys? I mean, I don’t think even Mother Theresa could have argued for the men I killed. The world is certainly better off without them. Though I suppose it isn’t unreasonable to say the world might be better off without me, too. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Mirror Mirror
The room was backward. It was like looking at a reversed photograph of the space. My head was still foggy and spinning, but I was awake enough to know that something was wrong. I was in my house, and yet, it was clearly not my house at all. Everything was familiar, but it was all different. Even the sunlight seemed to be coming from the wrong side, as if it rose in the west and was spiraling in the opposite direction around the earth.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
How to Sell Your Haunted House
The wind whistled wildly around me, practically screaming as I edged towards the house. But its warnings were falling on deaf ears. I knew what awaited me, and I had long since passed the time of fear. I carefully unlocked the oak doors and opened them just enough to slip in.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Summer Nightmares
The pine trees swarmed around the lake like a great barrier keeping everything safely inside. To the boys: Patrick and Michael, it seemed like the woods were creating a private summer getaway spot just for them. Of course, their parents and little sister were still tagging along - someone had to provide the snacks and juice boxes, they supposed. But once they had been well sunscreened and had their floaties tucked on they felt like they were swimming all along on their perfect island.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Halo of Darkness
A sharp halo glowed around her — something I hadn’t seen in a while. I bit my tongue and tried not to look as taken aback as I felt. I could push past this - I’d done it before. But still, the alluring draw of her light captivated me.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger's umbrella. AI-Generated.
It changed into a rainy nighttime in Karachi, the form of downpour that makes the streets shimmer under flickering streetlights. Ayesha had just again domestic from her university lessons, shaking off the dampness from her Stolen as she stepped indoors. Her circle of relatives’s rental was quiet, her mom resting after dinner, her greater younger brother glued to his smartphone. the whole thing regarded everyday—till she observed the umbrella.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Silent Room:. AI-Generated.
The room come to be tiled from floor to ceiling, every rectangular a light grey that regarded to swallow mild as opposed to reflect it. No home windows, no doorways seen from the inner—exceptional the faint hum of air that carried no heady scent, no warmth. It changed into a place designed to erase sound, to erase presence. A silent room.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction