0 التعليقات
0 المشاركات
57 مشاهدة
0 معاينة
الدليل
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
الرجاء تسجيل الدخول , للأعجاب والمشاركة والتعليق على هذا!
-
The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas Vance opened the bookshop at nine in the morning and he closed it at six in the evening and he did exactly the same thing every day for three years. He straightened the books. He wiped the counter. He drank tea from a cup that said World's Best Bookseller in letters that were chipped and fading. He watched the people walk past the window and he thought about nothing. This was exactly...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 40 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
THE MIRROR IN THE BASEMENTACT I: THE WINDOWLESS ROOM Lord Alistair Finch-Worthingham inherited Blackwood Park on a Tuesday in November, which seemed appropriate: Tuesdays were the kind of days on which serious things happened—inheritances, deaths, the slow realization that one's life has been a performance for an audience that stopped watching years ago. The house was exactly as one might expect a country house named...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 17 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
The Great ErasureThe Observatory sat at the very edge of the Event Horizon, a needle of obsidian floating in the silence of the Great Void. Outside the windows, the stars were not points of light, but long, screaming streaks of white, being pulled into the maw of the final singularity. I am the Last Observer. My only job is to record the final seconds of the universe. For eons, I had watched the galaxies...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 21 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
The Absurd EquationArthur believed that the universe was a series of solvable equations. He spent his days in a cluttered studio in Soho, surrounded by chalkboards covered in complex tensors and probability matrices. His goal was simple: to create a mathematical model of 'The Perfect Encounter.' He believed that if he could calculate the exact intersection of two people's trajectories—their socioeconomic status,...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 51 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
Title: The Non-Euclidean EquationThe world is not made of matter, but of angles. Most people see the world in ninety-degree corners and straight lines, but I see the truth: the universe is a series of folding tensors, a complex equation of desire and decay. I was the rebel. I had attempted to solve the "Final Theorem of Existence," and for my hubris, I was bound to the Cross of Paradox. It was a structure of non-Euclidean...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 38 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
The Death CardThe Death CardThe body was found behind the bleachers at Lincoln High on a Thursday morning, which was inconvenient because Thursdays were the only day Ruth Calder had free period and the only day she wanted to sleep in.Detective O'Malley—her old teacher, Mr. O'Malley, the man who had taught her journalism and still called her "Calder" even though she wasn't his student anymore—stood over the...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 34 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
The Parasite SelfThe rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just moved the filth from one gutter to another. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the 'Blue Note' across the street flickering like a dying heart. I'm a private investigator, which is a fancy way of saying I get paid to look at things people want to forget. The case started with a missing person: a man named Arthur Vance. He was a...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 56 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
The Beauregard WomenThe Beauregard Women Act I — The Attic Eulalie Beauregard stood in her mother's attic above the family home on St. James Street, the kind of house that the Yazoo River had slowly been eating for two centuries, its foundation sagging toward the water like a body sinking into wet earth. The attic smelled of cedar and jasmine and the particular dampness that Mississippi produces when the heat...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 18 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
-
Among the RootsThe house sat on a hill in Mississippi that used to be a river delta and then a cotton field and then a graveyard and then a house, and the hill had always been a river delta and would always be a river delta no matter what anyone built on top of it. Elias Thibodeaux inherited the house from his great-great-grandfather, who had inherited it from a man named Baptiste who had come to Louisiana...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 18 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
English
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek