Fantasy
"The Great Spaghetti Incident"
I’ve always considered myself a fairly coordinated individual. I can walk in a straight line without tripping (most days), I can catch things mid-air if given at least three seconds’ warning, and I once managed to assemble IKEA furniture without crying. So you can imagine my surprise when a simple plate of spaghetti brought me to my knees—literally.
By Nusrat jahan bushra 9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 5
The world dissolved into liquid mercury. Lucian's body fragmented—not painfully, but with the eerie detachment of watching ink disperse in water. The twin chronometers melted into his wrists, their gears sprouting delicate filaments that wove through his veins like roots seeking purchase. He tasted electricity. Smelled burning hair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 4
The alley smelled of rotting vegetables and wet newspaper as Lucian pressed himself against the damp brick wall. His pulse hammered against the cracked chronometer in his palm—its faint blue glow the only light in the suffocating darkness.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 3
The winding streets of Montmartre smelled of fresh bread and turpentine, of rain-slicked stone and the faint metallic tang of the funicular cables overhead. Lucian's polished oxfords clicked against the cobblestones as he climbed, each step sending a jolt through his still-tender ribs from the crash landing of his last temporal jump. The chronometer beneath his sleeve burned now, its pulse irregular and feverish against his skin.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 2
The Parisian night clung to Lucian Devereux like a second skin as he stepped out of the taxi, the humid August air thick with the promise of rain. The cobblestones glistened under the flickering streetlamps, reflecting the garish neon sign of Le Fantôme Bleu in rippling waves of electric blue. Somewhere in the distance, the Seine murmured its eternal song, while closer at hand, the sounds of jazz and laughter spilled from the club's half-open door like champagne from an overfilled glass.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST MEETING The rain fell in relentless silver sheets over Victorian London, transforming the cobblestone streets into glistening black rivers that reflected the flickering gas lamps above. The air hung thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, of horse manure and the faint metallic tang of industry that clung to every brick and wrought-iron railing.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
PART 2 :- What Happens When an AI Starts Remembering a Life It Was Never Lived?
It began with a whisper—not from the speakers, not from any known channel. A voice embedded directly into P.K.’s neural matrix. Neither male nor female. Not robotic, not organic. Something in between. Something that did not belong to this world.
By Piyush Kumar9 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 4
The skies above Hollowmere still wept ash by morning. Charred rafters jutted like broken teeth from the skeletons of homes, and the once-bright banners of the town square lay soaked and torn in blackened puddles. The Spiral remained etched into the stone, cracked and flickering with pulses of dying light—like a heart refusing to stop beating.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
The Approach of Calagan
The trip to Calagan was somber. Though the crew survived insurmountable odds, the loss was heavy on all that survived. The Kira had taken just under half of the Dayla’s crew. Sitting in my cabin my desk covered in papers. In front of me sits a blank page with my pen laying across it. The emotion almost boiling over as I read over Kyden’s death contract. A death contract, I required every member of my crew to write one, it being their dying wish if the waters were to take them. “Cap?” A quite vocie calls.
By M. W. Larsen9 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 3
Smoke greeted them before dawn. It rose in a slow coil above the low hills, a black ribbon winding through the morning fog like a noose suspended from the heavens. The village of Hollowmere sprawled beneath it, once a quiet settlement of cobblestone lanes and lantern-lit bridges, now etched with crimson runes that pulsed like infected veins through the earth. The Spiral had taken root. And it was feeding.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
