The chilling yet beautiful tale of coming too close to heaven.
I was always the black sheep of my family. read more >>>>
Charlie was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking down at the city from the top of the skyscraper, his feet dangling above the glowing abyss of lights.
He picked up his smartphone, took a picture of the last thing he will ever see(it was beautiful), added it to the blog post in which he said his goodbyes to the world and hit "send". read more >>>>
Dave had been walking down to the deli for his lunch break when the vampire leapt in front of him.
“I vill suck your blood and transform you into my eternal groom,” she declared. read more >>>>
"I was supposed to be the greatest wizard of all time! I have very epic and heroic past. And look at me now! Managing a mediocre cauldron store in Diagon Alley? Come on! I refuse to accept that I've peaked at 17 years old!"
"Well, wasn't this kind of predictable, Harry?" asked Ginny in a slightly annoyed voice. "Your main virtue was always courage, not intelligence or entrepreneurship or cunning. There's a reason you went to the Gryffindor. And courage is pretty useless in peaceful times." read more >>>>
The only thing that I have ever knew was void. You could say that it surrounded me forever since there was no time before I created it. At first all I was was awareness, just the sense of conciousness with nothing else. Gradually, I started to think thoughts in the midst of this void. I've made up time and space. And once I was thinking in this emptiness I got horribly bored. So I've turned my thoughts into figures and images. I've imagined light, which turned into stars and galaxies and later - planets. And thus Maya was born.
On one of the planets I have created animals and humans, just in one whim of my desire. I could simulate the whole history of this universe starting with the Big Bang, but I didn't bother, waiting for billions of years would be too boring, besides the time was made up anyway, so I've just skipped right to the interesting part - the year 1983, the moment my imagined humans invented the internet, and started their race towards singularity. read more >>>>
“Jesus Christ, Frank, could you watch where you’re going, please?” I scolded, annoyed at the frequent prodding on my back. “That security line gives you at least a couple meters, no need to stab me in the back every few seconds. Tethered to a frickin’ idiot.” I muttered to myself, forgetting volume doesn’t translate through the our comlink.
“I know I am. And sorry,” Frank muttered, nonchalant as ever. His head hovered low over his palm, reading a timer that ticked and beeped relentlessly. In his other hand he shielded the red dust from blocking his view. Protruding from the stomach of his suit was a long metal rod, at the end of it a cord that connected to me. So we wouldn’t lose each other out here. “Soon the storm will be settled enough that we can see more than a few meters ahead of us.”
“Thank God. When?”
“Several minutes, give or take. Maximum distance we’ll be able to see will probably be… Roughly twenty meters or so. Don’t get your hopes up. Are we still on the right track?” He inquired, unconsc read more >>>>
By John W. Vander Velden
I had been in the program for more than six months. Sitting quietly I have listened to others speak, unready to share my own story…that is until tonight. Now it’s my turn, I move to the front of the room to take my place beside Art, our leader, and look down at the faces of the twenty some others I have joined week after week. read more >>>>
Michael, a humble, devoted, kind husband and a caring father was struck by a tragedy that weakens his faith in good. He abandons everything to seek and to serve cold justice to those behind it. As he joins forces with a powerful and mysterious deity on the condition that he has to save mankind and most importantly, track down his real enemies. The battle he faces makes him embrace his sole purpose in life, but what he later discovers will either make or break him. read more >>>>
The Princess, the clown and the dreamer in one room read more >>>>
Original Story found at Lavy's Fiction Hub
Chapter One: The Memory
It was a bright night. The full moon and the bright stars lit up the night. It was chilly, and a naughty cold breeze kept tormenting my skin. Surprisingly, I didn’t shiver. I felt the cold bite my skin, but I stood boldly against the breeze resisting it and maintaining my firm posture and austere glare to the moon. I let my hair wild, loose and untamed, it was flowing with the wind and occasionally it covered my face. I didn’t struggle to put it back in place; it was the last thing in my mind.
Myriad of thoughts flooded my mind. Who was I? Olivia Harper didn’t fit my description anymore. I kept resisting the urge to let the beast in me reveal itself. It has been so long, and the city was yet another wilderness. I stood at the top of a twenty story apartment. It took a while before I could compose myself and fulfill my purpose there. I wore a black, now oversized long and lo read more >>>>
A savage race known as the Puricans who use Humans as food are fast running out of supplies which can threaten their existence and so must attack their rival race the Redicans, who they believe are the cause of their growing food shortages. read more >>>>
Gregory awoke in a large room, tied to a chair. At least, he guessed it was a large room, and that it was a chair. Gregory couldn't actually see anything - as best as he could tell, he was blindfolded. He tried moving around, only to be rewarded by the chair tipping over. read more >>>>
"Dr. Gammet, the data from the Hubble Telescope is finished downloading - I have it here."
"Thank you, Higgins." Frank Gammet took the flash drive that the young intern offered him in a long-fingered hand, and turned to insert it into his computer. "Isn't this exciting, John?" he said to the screen. "Finally, images from the very beginning of the universe itself!" read more >>>>
Doctor Alex von Strikken, PhD, was one of the most well-respected scientists in the small and well-respected field of genetic engineering. He had begun his career in the relatively looked-down upon area of genetic tailoring, customizing people's children for them as they grew in the womb, but quickly moved out of that distasteful area. Since then Dr. Strikken had been working in the government-run Species Revitalization Project, aka the Halls of Creation. He had been hired just in time to help put the finishing touches on the mammoth, and since then had assisted in recreating the dodo and the Tasmanian tiger. For the past three years, Strikken had been part of Project Tyrant, the attempt to rebuild dinosaurs, so far unsuccessful but coming close to what was hoped to be a viable triceratops egg.
Dr. Strikken was known as having a gift for seeing ramifications, able to foresee with startling accuracy how genes interacted. Many laypeople assumed that genetic engineering was like using building blocks - just s read more >>>>
Shit. Wait, wait, wait! No, don’t shit! Not here!
I clenched my teeth as the waves of pain continued. I looked around me and frantically analyzed the situation. I
was standing in a crowded bus, an hour from home, with my stomach threatening to unleash a flurry of public
humiliation that would haunt my life for eternity. read more >>>>