Dystopian

Pyramids of Paranoia (Chapter 1). Content Warning.
He sat down on a beige sofa while some frat boys attempted to throw a brutal analist rapist from the balcony. They were on the twenty-second floor, and Ivan, terrified of heights, was much too scared to watch.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout a year ago in Chapters
Morality. AI-Generated.
As it happens I am in Death Valley, in a room at the Enterprise Motel and Trailer Park, and it is July, and it is hot. In fact it is 119°. I cannot seem to make the air conditioner work, but there is a small refrigerator, and I can wrap ice cubes in a towel and hold them against the small of my back. With the help of the ice cubes I have been trying to think, because The American Scholar asked me to, in some abstract way about “morality,” a word I distrust more every day, but my mind veers inflexibly toward the particular.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Chapters
From Dream to Empire
The City’s Pulse Alex Carter gazed out from his tiny apartment window, his eyes tracing the illuminated skyline of the bustling city below. The city's vibrant pulse, with its sea of lights and the distant hum of activity, seemed both exhilarating and overwhelming. His apartment was modest—crammed with a small desk, an old, worn-out couch, and walls adorned with his sketches and design inspirations. The cluttered yet creative space spoke volumes about his passion for design and his desire for something more.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unfathomable Dance of Existence
How unfathomable is the beauty of existence! Every roadblock, every rejection, every end and every not so plausible moment is the beginning of something new, some beautiful reality that can turn every bitter ounce of mortality into an insightful lesson learned,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Stained Glass
"I didn’t ask to be their guardian. And they didn’t ask to be lost. The pack ushers into the church, and I bolt the door behind us"
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Chapters
Ruhdaari- The light of the soul
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Relocated (Chapter 4)
Mitch, Wini, and Skippy all lifted one of the latches to the bunker. The metal round portal top needed to be twisted several times and then it automatically lifted on its own, slowly and somewhat ominously.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Chapters
Revival 6
Aaron remained in the shadows until the last of the congregation had left for home. This was his chance to get a closer look at the sacrificial altar and discover exactly what was butchered on it. He could hear voices coming from behind the red curtain shielding the rear of the sanctuary from view. He was certain the booming baritone voice belonged to the bishop. Aaron carefully peeked around the curtain to see what was going on. The four disciples sat around a table sipping a clear liquid that looked like moonshine.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Chapters
The Inclusive Farm
On a sunny farm, where flowers swayed in the breeze and animals played together, Luna the llama, Maisy the mouse, and Bruno the bunny were the best of friends. They loved to explore the rolling hills, play hide-and-seek in the tall grass, and have all sorts of exciting adventures. One day, as they were playing near the big oak tree, they heard a rustling in the bushes. "What's that?" asked Maisy, her bright green eyes twinkling with curiosity.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Chapters
The duality of an eternal ruthless being- Klaus
Dear Klaus “Horses are the opposite of humans. They are loyal, trustworthy, and loving. My father hunted me for a thousand years. The closest he could get to me was killing my favourite horse.”
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
The Pear and The Pine
The Summer of 1941 was perhaps the last true period of happiness I had in my life. Gosh. When I see those words put down it doesn't feel like it was that long ago. It was a beautiful, magical time. It was before the war came home and before we lost what innocence we had left to lose.
By Sean Rohrerabout a year ago in Chapters
My learnings as a market researcher
Learning is the only way to move forward, the err to your growth is the belief that you know everything. The beauty of existence lies in challenging your limits, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and performing the tasks that scare you and motivate you to become a better version of yourself. Life has its unique ways of compelling you to embrace the unknown and forging you to uplevel your game.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters