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Short Story: The Quiet After the Storm
The house was still, but Ria’s hands trembled as she stood in the cramped living room, the echo of her parents’ words slicing through the silence. They’d called her useless, good for nothing, their voices sharp as ever, yet she’d spent her life bending to their will, shrinking herself to fit their expectations. The argument was over, the latest in a string of family clashes that left her raw, but the contradiction stung: she was obedient, invisible, yet still not enough.
There was no place to hide, no sanctuary like Connaught Place to cradle her this time. She’d never found a corner of the world that felt safer than this Delhi flat, with its peeling walls and heavy air. Her parents’ disapproval was a constant, their dysfunction a vise that tightened with every year. They didn’t know she’d stopped making friends, not out of shyness, but to spare them the expense— no teachers or guests to host, no extra costs for their stretched budget. Yet, they saw her sacrifice as failure. Her frustration had boiled over tonight, not in words—she never fought back—but in the tight knot in her chest, sparked by their unrelenting judgment.
She owned no cherished object, no keepsake to anchor her to a softer past. There was just her phone, a plain thing she used to stream movies when the house grew too loud. Watching films was her peculiar ritual, her escape when stress coiled tight. She’d lose herself in stories of lives unlike hers, replaying scenes twice, sometimes thrice, as if the endings might change her reality. It wasn’t double-checking like before, but it was close—a way to hold onto something that felt controllable.
No family moment begged to be changed. Ria believed nothing could be rewritten, not the years of harsh words or the nights spent trying to disappear. The past was a locked door, and she had no key. Standing there, after the shouting had faded, she felt the weight of her own invisibility. Her parents’ voices lingered, but so did the flicker of a movie scene she’d watched last night—a character walking away, choosing herself. Maybe there was no place to hide, but as Ria’s fingers hovered over her phone, ready to lose herself in another film, she wondered if she could find a way to rewrite her own ending, one quiet step at a time.
Short Story: The Stillness After the Whirl
The air was thick with the hum of Connaught Place, yet Priya stood motionless, her heart a quiet riot of worry. She’d always thought the chaos of Delhi’s bustling circle—its honking autos, street vendors calling out, and the swirl of strangers—would drown out her fears. But it didn’t. The event was over, the decision made, yet her mind spun faster than the crowds weaving through the colonnades. She’d walked away, chosen to stay put in her life, but the future loomed like a storm she couldn’t outrun.
Hours earlier, she’d sat in a café in the inner circle, her mobile phone heavy in her hand. It was her tether to a world she no longer touched—a device holding names of friends she hadn’t spoken to in a decade. She scrolled through old messages, their laughter frozen in time, and felt the ache of absence. They were still her friends, weren’t they? Yet, she hadn’t called. The phone, her most cherished object, wasn’t just a tool—it was a vault of what-ifs, a reminder of connections she’d let slip through her fingers. She checked it twice, then thrice, as if the screen might suddenly light up with a message to change everything. That was her quirk, this double-checking—locks, bags, choices—always fearing she’d missed something crucial.
Connaught Place had always felt like home, more than her childhood flat in a quieter suburb ever did. Its white arches and endless motion mirrored her restless mind, yet grounded her in a way she couldn’t explain. She’d come here today, after the event—after saying no to a job that would’ve uprooted her to a new city, a new life. The offer had dangled freedom, but also the terror of the unknown. Her worry had won, chaining her to the familiar. Now, standing in the aftermath, she wondered if she’d checked her choice one too many times, or not enough.
No moment in her past called her back. She’d told herself she had no special memories worth reliving, but that was another contradiction. Connaught Place itself was a memory—every visit a stitch in the fabric of who she was. As she stood there, the city’s pulse thrummed under her feet, and she clutched her phone a little tighter. Maybe the special moment wasn’t behind her. Maybe it was here, in the worry, in the checking, in the choice to stay. The future was still a storm, but Connaught Place whispered that she could weather it, one double-checked step at a time.
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Story of the Dong (science fiction) part 4
In the previous part, I mistakenly wrote that there are 16 universal powers and 16 golden powers, but I want to correct that: there are only 8 universal powers and 8 golden powers—so, a total of 16 apocalypse powers. The *8 universal* and *8 golden* powers together are called *apocalypse powers*. L and I are called *normal* powers, and above all is one *wish granting power*.
Let's continue the story! Dong wanted a breakthrough. He really wanted the wish granting power, because in 2018, he remembered that he had created this whole arrangement. (If you haven’t read part 1, you should check it out for the full story!) But Dong got stuck in a catch-22: to get the wish granting power, he had to change the wish he made as a child, but to change his wish, he needed that same wish granting power. There was another way: he could access the wish granting power if he figured out the correct special eye movement, but that was impossible without the supernatural power of guidance. Unfortunately, his guidance powers only explained weather and apocalypse powers—not the wish granting power—because he himself set this up, and now Dong was super frustrated, thinking, “How could my 5-8 year old self decide my fate?” Still, he had to accept it. He kept trying, experimenting with different eye movements, but all he uncovered were new weather powers, never the wish granting power—his dream, premium, favourite power.
From 2018 to 2025, Dong kept changing his mind. Sometimes he thought he could find the wish granting power and stopped using apocalypse powers. Other times, he felt he never would, so he just used what he had. Even though he didn’t want to destroy the world, he kept using these powers, hoping someone would recognize the pattern. But he was amazed by the world’s stubbornness: any disaster got blamed on climate change, not Dong.
Climate change was like an accused person who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but nobody saw Dong behind the scenes. In 2025, Dong used “amazing W”—half apocalypse, half international—and caused a blackout at a substation near Heathrow Airport, but everyone called it a technical failure. Only Dong knew the real reason, and he was shocked at how clueless people were. He then used his golden anti-sun and golden anti-sky powers, causing a wildfire in South Korea that destroyed a thousand-year-old temple, but even then, the world didn’t notice. He unleashed golden wind and golden clouds, leading to an earthquake in Thailand and Myanmar that made headlines—but still, no one saw Dong.
Feeling tired of this destructive game, Dong decided not to destroy the world after all and focused on unlocking the wish granting power. The story ends here, but the journey does not.
The big questions: It’s clear Dong wanted the wish granting power, but since he couldn’t get it, he hoped the world would acknowledge his abilities instead. So why did he keep causing chaos when he knew these powers were designed for destruction? Should he have revealed himself to the world? He didn’t, because his powers worked like natural forces and no one would believe him.
So, what do you think—will Dong destroy the world, or not? What should he do? And how do you think he could get access to the wish granting power? Any ideas? 🤔
Story of my Dong (science fiction) part 3
So Dong continued using his powers, and the supernatural power of guidance kept teaching him about his abilities. By 2014, he had learned almost everything about his powers, but until then, he thought he only had supernatural weather manipulation or weather control—nothing beyond that, like causing pandemics, earthquakes, or volcanoes.
In 2014, his supernatural guidance introduced special powers that felt very different. Dong misunderstood and thought this was just the highest level of weather control, causing extreme weather events. He didn’t realize he had already discovered and explored his extreme weather powers—these new powers were something completely different. He was afraid to use these newfound powers because he wasn’t sure how they worked, so he started using them on a small scale, and there were many extreme weather events worldwide in 2014.
In 2015, Dong was unhappy with his life—no money, no girlfriend—so he increased the intensity, and as a result there was a flood in Chennai. One or two years later, there was a flood in Kerala. But Dong was still not satisfied and wanted to destroy the world, thinking there was nothing left for him. He increased the frequency of using his supernatural powers, but the world didn’t end, even though there were many extreme weather events.
In 2019, a pandemic started in China and soon spread to the whole world. Dong felt something but didn’t understand it.In mid-2020, while the world was fighting COVID-19, Dong finally realized his powers were not limited to weather—he could also cause things like earthquakes, volcanoes, pandemics, etc. He realized COVID-19 had been caused by his powers, and that the powers he discovered in 2014 were actually apocalypse powers. He named them *universal powers*, also known as *appolycase* powers, to study and better understand them.But he still wasn’t sure if his powers really went beyond weather or if they were just weather-related. For years, he believed his powers were just about weather. So he tested them, and whenever he used the universal powers, not only did extreme weather events occur, but also coronavirus cases increased, earthquakes happened, and other things like volcanoes and plane crashes. He realized he had not just one universal power but 16, and each had at least two disaster effects—some caused earthquakes, others volcanoes, and others wildlife outbreaks. But even with apocalypse powers, Dong was not satisfied—he wanted something even stronger.
In 2021 or maybe 2022, he discovered new appolycase powers, which he named *golden powers*. These were more powerful than universal powers, worked in clusters, and there were also 16 of them, just like the universal powers.He used two golden powers to see what would happen: *golden anti-sun* and *golden anti-clouds*. There was a huge wildfire in one country in Europe, but Dong was not impressed. In a few days, the wildfire spread from country to country, and almost all of Europe was affected. Due to this, temperatures increased in Europe, and Dong was surprised.
Part 4 coming soon.
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Story of The Dong (science fiction) part 2
Dong thought he had solved his problem—but instead, he created a new one. He came up with specific eye movements to control the weather. To make them easier to remember, he gave names to each pattern:-
LS (Local Sun): He closes his eyes, looks up, opens them while still looking up, then looks down—this increases temperature.
(Local sky): Closes his eyes, looks down, opens them, then looks up—this clears the clouds.
LW (Local wind): Closes his eyes, turns them right, opens his left eye, then turns left and opens his right—this causes wind to blow.
(Local clouds): Closes his eyes, turns left, opens his right eye, then turns right and opens his left—this brings clouds.
Dong couldn’t decide on a specific eye movement for the wish-granting ability. So, he delegated that decision to his supernatural powers, trusting them to assign a unique trigger that wouldn't activate by accident. He did wish for a supernatural power that would guide him through his weather manipulation abilities—explaining the eye movements and telling him what else he could do. However he didn't wish for supernatural power that will tell him about special eye movement of wish granting power because he didn't wanted one more power just for one eye movement.
His supernatural powers took this as a command. In that moment, all his powers were locked—no longer triggered by his words, but only through the correct eye movements. From his perspective, this was just planning that when he will get supernatural powers he will have this arrangement. He thought he was just an ordinary child unaware that he already had supernatural powers and now he locked his powers and put password opened by correct eye movements. This happened somewhere between 1997 and 1999, when Dong was around 5–8 years old.
A few months later, he forgot everything—his wish, his powers, even the eye movements.One day, Dong was playing around and doing eye movements just for curiousity as children are curious but also because supernatural power of guidance was guiding and putting ideas into his mind and he accidentally used combination of LW and LC. After sometime, it started to rain. He was shocked. At first, he shrugged it off as coincidence. But his subconscious, guided by the supernatural force he’d wished for, began dropping ideas into his mind.He kept experimenting. Every day he tried different eye movements. And every time, the results were the same—rain, wind, heat, or clearing skies.Finally, Dong realized the truth: he have powers.
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Story of The Dong (science fiction) Part 1
The story follows a boy named Dong, born in a small town somewhere in India, into a poor, ordinary family. At first, Dong seemed just like any other child. He learned to walk, talk, and grow with the love of his family. But slowly, things started to change.
As he grew, every new ability seemed to unlock something more. And soon, he discovered something strange—whatever he said came true. People in his hometown thought he could tell the future. But in reality, Dong wasn't predicting the future—he was changing it. Every word from his mouth could alter reality itself.
What’s fascinating is, Dong himself wasn’t aware of his powers. In fact, he longed for supernatural abilities, completely unaware that he already had them. Imagine a 5–7-year-old boy, desperate for powers he’d unknowingly been using all along.
One day, frustrated, he said to his pet lamb, “Go and die,” not realizing the weight his words carried. A few hours later, the lamb died. His family was devastated. Dong cried endlessly, not understanding what had happened—why had life done this to him? He loved the lamb deeply, but didn’t yet realise he was the one who’d caused it.
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