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The Midnight Delivery
Tariq worked the night shift at the courier office, delivering parcels to sleepy neighborhoods while the city slumbered. The office was quiet, filled only with the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional beeping of scanners. He enjoyed the solitude; the rhythm of driving through empty streets allowed him to think, plan, and forget the noise of his day-to-day life. That night, he had finished the usual deliveries when a supervisor handed him one last package. It was small, wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address, and simply labeled: “Do Not Open Until Midnight.” Tariq frowned. The office clock read 11:45 PM, and curiosity stirred in him. He had been trained not to tamper with parcels, but the label felt strangely personal, almost like a warning.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Fiction
A Promise Beneath the Burning Sky
The summer the wildfires came, the sky did not turn red all at once. It began as a faint orange haze at the edge of the horizon, barely noticeable unless you stood still long enough to observe it. Sara noticed it because she had nowhere else to be. Her family’s farmhouse sat at the edge of a dry valley where rain had not fallen properly in months. The fields that once carried golden wheat now lay brittle and pale, cracking under the weight of the sun. Everyone in town spoke about the fires spreading from the northern forests, but no one believed the flames would travel this far.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Midnight
Arman had never liked train stations after dark. There was something unsettling about the way the lights flickered above empty benches and how announcements echoed through halls that held no one. Yet on that cold November evening, he found himself standing alone on Platform 7, staring at the digital board that displayed a single line: Last Train to Midnight — Delayed. He checked his watch. It was already 11:43 PM. The wind pushed cold air through the open tracks, carrying the faint metallic smell of rust and rain. He told himself he was overthinking. It was just another late train. Nothing more.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Fiction
The City Above the Clouds
No one in Arham’s village believed the stories about the City Above the Clouds. They said it floated in the sky, hidden behind thick silver mist, and that only those who truly believed in impossible things could ever see it. Children whispered about it during play, and elders laughed gently, calling it nothing more than an old legend told to make nights interesting. But Arham never laughed. He believed.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Fiction
Harbingers of the Apocalypse
"For the love of Go....! What is this madness. What is happening. Am I dreaming". I am trapped in a nightmare. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are riding towards me. I try to run...but I am paralysed with fear, rooted numb with horror - for terrifying are they to behold. My mind is fast forwarding backwards, like a movie reel spinning in reverse. I stare stupidly at the symbolic figures from the Book of Revelation, representing significant events that will occur at the end of days.
By Novel Allen4 days ago in Fiction
Chicken Soup of the Heart
She was finally asleep. He leapt into action. The flame on the oven went on immediately. He started boiling the chicken broth. He opened up the chicken breasts and plopped them into the broth. Three days ago, she had caught a cold and had never let it go. He chopped up the vegetables, starting with the carrots, moving on to the celery, and even an onion or two. They had tried the Nyquil, the Dayquil, all the quils, all to no effect. He minced parsley and added it, with the vegetables, to the soup. She slept a lot, thankfully, but still retained the temperature.
By Jamais Jochim4 days ago in Fiction
Eyes on the Ground
There was a woman that walked through town every Saturday morning. While she walked the rest of the town, stayed indoors. No one dared to open their shutters. Or peep through the peephole of their doors. If you were already outdoors while she was on her walk, you were encouraged to stare at the ground. Keep your eyes on the ground. Nowhere else but the ground.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 days ago in Fiction
Choose Your Own Adventure: St Helena Station Part 2
******* Author’s Note****** This is part two of my ongoing choose your own adventure style story St Helena Station. If you missed the first part, the link is below. Sadly you missed out on part one’s voting period but feel free to read and drop a comment/catch up on the story! Thank you for reading…… good luck.
By Sandor Szabo4 days ago in Fiction
Rich You All Love
Outside, the snowbank made a fluffy frozen deposit, where the inch amount requested numerous measuring balance instruments, and the challenging seasonal element issued a chilly attitude warning. As the heat blazed, warming the lodge style dining establishment, social interaction seemed lonely and cold, giving single bills payment attention, “one more dollar,” the Princess announced, sticking George Washington face up into a gambling coffin, where the promising note enters and never comes back.
By Marc OBrien4 days ago in Fiction
