Through the cracks of tomorrow

 


Topic:

Through the Cracks of Tomorrow

Theme:

A fragmented glimpse into a dystopian future where memories leak through broken realities.




Through the Cracks of Tomorrow

Experimental Short Story #7
Blog: farazparvez1.blogspot.com


Introduction:

Greetings, treasured readers!

Today, we continue our exhilarating journey with the 7th story in our "60 Experimental Short Stories" series — a project that has already captured so many hearts!
Every story we craft is a testament to our bold exploration of what storytelling can achieve when set free from rules, conventions, and the gravity of tradition.

Our blog, farazparvez1.blogspot.com, has become a vibrant hub for adventurous minds, where literature breathes differently — wilder, deeper, and richer.

So fasten your seatbelts, for today’s story fractures time, memory, and reality itself...


Through the Cracks of Tomorrow

The world had ended a thousand times.

It ended when the oceans boiled.
It ended when cities rose like glass thorns into the bleeding sky.
It ended quietly, when memories stopped belonging to the people who lived them.

Ava was born in one such ending.

She lived inside Sector 47-D, a sprawling labyrinth of melted concrete and screens that never stopped flickering. The sun was a rumor, and the stars had long since drowned beneath synthetic clouds.

Here, people traded memories like currency.

Need a childhood? Ten credits.
Need to remember what love felt like? Forty credits.
Need the taste of a strawberry on your tongue? That would cost you your last breath.

Ava had nothing to trade.
Except the memory leaking out of her skin.

At night, she saw cracks in the fabric of reality — thin slivers where the old world peeked through: children laughing under oak trees, snow falling on abandoned streets, a woman playing a violin in a burning cathedral.

She collected them.
Stitched them into her dreams.
Carried them in her bloodstream.

But the Enforcers hated cracks.
They hunted them.
They hunted people like Ava — anomalies, defectives, cracks themselves.

One day, Ava slipped through a crack too wide to ignore.
It was a library, dust-choked and abandoned, yet bursting with whispers. Books pulsed gently on the shelves, breathing old words into the poisoned air.

"What are you?" whispered a book, its pages curling into trembling hands.

"I don't know anymore," Ava answered.

The library offered her a choice: stay and stitch herself back into a forgotten world — or return and continue leaking, alone and hunted.

She stayed.

And the books welcomed her, binding her with invisible ink, threading her spirit into forgotten poems, lost epics, unwritten histories.

In the real world, Sector 47-D carried on — grey, broken, sterile.
But if you knew where to look...
If you tilted your head just right...
You might catch a glimpse of Ava — laughing somewhere beneath a tree, playing violin in the ruins, or dancing through a snowstorm stitched together by memory and wonder.


Conclusion:

"Through the Cracks of Tomorrow" is a story about resilience, about the hidden sanctuaries of forgotten dreams in a world gone sterile.
Here at farazparvez1.blogspot.com, we dare to tell the stories that others fear — stories that break, heal, whisper, and scream.

Our "60 Experimental Short Stories" project is not just a creative endeavor — it's a movement.
It is literature reimagined, a promise that the magic of storytelling will never be shackled.

Soon, these tales will form a magnificent eBook and a prestigious printed edition — artifacts for true lovers of experimental fiction.

Stay with us.
Dream with us.
Create the future with us.

The journey is just beginning — and you are an irreplaceable part of it.

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