Series
Megara: The Mechanism of Madness
On the Mechanism Cebes and Atlas are enjoying themselves at their favorite coffee shop after a prodigious session of alcohol consumption. They are coming down from their drunken state but Altas is in a cheerful mood for more, while Cebes is in a melancholy mood questioning his thoughts and emotional state.
By G.A. Sebastián4 months ago in Fiction
The Girl by the Sea – Part 3. AI-Generated.
The days in Havenbrook began to blend into one another, stitched together by the rhythm of waves and the quiet companionship that neither Ethan nor Amelia fully understood. He would find her by the shore each morning, sketching in silence while the gulls cried above. She never asked him why he returned, and he never explained. Sometimes, he brought her seashells without meaning to, setting them beside her like apologies left unspoken. Other times, he simply stood behind her, watching the sea breathe and break. To anyone else, it was nothing—but to them, it was everything. A wordless understanding, fragile but real. Ethan had promised himself he wouldn’t stay, yet with every sunrise, his absence became harder to imagine. Amelia, too, began to feel the quiet tether between them tighten, though she pretended not to notice. Love, she realized, often begins in silence—growing roots beneath the things we never say.
By Yaseen khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Girl by the Sea – Part 2. AI-Generated.
Ethan Cole thought he had mastered the art of vanishing—slipping through places without leaving a trace, never allowing roots to form. But ever since the morning he crossed paths with Amelia Hart, something within him had shifted, quietly and unwillingly. He found himself wandering back to the shoreline where she often sat, her presence lingering in the salt-stained air like a question he refused to answer. He told himself he didn’t care, that she was only a momentary distraction, yet his feet betrayed him, guiding him back to the very place he swore he would not return. Amelia stood once again at the water’s edge, sketchbook resting against her palm, her gaze drifting across the ocean with the softness of someone who believed in things he no longer did—hope, healing, the possibility of gentle endings. When he approached, she didn’t turn to him, yet she felt him, as one feels the first drop of rain before the storm. “You came back,” she said quietly. Ethan’s silence was not agreement, but it was not denial either. He looked at her drawing—the horizon, stretching farther than any man could run. “I don’t stay,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I don’t belong anywhere.”
By Yaseen khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Girl by the Sea – Part 1. AI-Generated.
The sun had barely risen over the small coastal town of Havenbrook, stretching soft golden light across silent streets and sleepy rooftops. Morning mist curled over the shoreline, wrapping the ocean in a gentle haze. It was here, at the jagged edge of town where land kissed the sea, that Amelia Hart often found herself—barefoot on damp sand, sketchbook in hand, searching for something she couldn’t quite name.
By Yaseen khan4 months ago in Fiction
Fox Hunt; Chapter 11
The camp is surprisingly quiet. Those I do happen to see as I dodge between the barracks don't seem too interested in anything around them, and the few nurses and doctors I see with them are too focused on them to notice me. I know I'm nearing the other side of the camp when I spot the fence between the barrack rows. Once I was there, I could slip out over the fence and be gone without anyone here being any wiser. And without any serious exposure. Three more barracks and then I'm in the clear. I check to make sure no one is paying any attention before I start across the next gap.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 months ago in Fiction
Marlene. Content Warning.
2025. She wakes every morning in darkness, heaving arthritic limbs out of bed and placing blue-veined feet on the naked wood floor. “No rugs in here, mom. You’ll trip and you can’t afford to break a hip now,” her cautious daughter stated a little too eagerly. She likes the feel of these smooth pine planks beneath her feet, remembering when she and Kent built the old place. Fifty-five years ago. She was just twenty-three years old. And despite her youth, had lived some hard truths.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 months ago in Fiction
"The Archives: Secrets Buried Beneath Time"
The Archives Part I She headed to her station seeing her manager browsing through papers. "What's happening here?" She asked. Her boss's firm expression reminded her that she showed interest. Her boss has always been a hardman, when he walked you could sense that he was off to accomplish something. When he spoke you could sense that he wasn't lying. He was always impeccably dressed and had immense respect company-wide. He was cruel but in the right manner, in a manner that made him the boss.
By Dipnarayan bhagat 4 months ago in Fiction
