The Omniscrolls

Ever since I was a little girl, I had been fascinated by dragons. Every Christmas, I would wish for a dragon, only to be disappointed the next morning. One year, I got a puppy, and the next, I got a kitten; and although I was happy to receive them, I still longed, more than anything, to meet a dragon. Now as an adult, although I recognised that dragons weren’t real, my fascination with the myths that surround them still remained unchanged. I even had recurring dreams where I turned into a dragon. When I brought it up to my brother, he laughed and called me weird for being so engulfed in fantasy stories. I hated him for it. If I had the chance, I would have sold my soul to become a dragon. It was an odd thought to have, but my interest in dragons was just that intense. It was an indescribable feeling. One night, as I drifted off to sleep, I heard a voice in my head. “Do you want to know the secrets of the dragons?” it said. “Yes,” I replied. “Then open your eyes.” I suddenly woke up to ...

It had been a long day attending the trial of a drug trafficking case as the lead detective. Things weren’t going our way: two of our witnesses were suddenly unwilling to testify. That evening, Trudy, my childhood friend and the prosecutor of the case, said we should have some drinks at our usual place. The bar was in my sights when I suddenly got a call from Trudy’s emergency phone. I rushed to my car and raced to Trudy’s house in two minutes. When I arrived near her house, parked at a safe distance across the street, I found three men escorting her to a van. One of them was holding her arm and pointing a gun at her under his coat. Pulling out my gun was not an option; she’d be dead before I could do anything. The neighbourhood was quiet and barren at that hour, but I couldn’t risk a full transformation either. I tapped into my dragon core and dashed across the street, knocking the assailants unconscious in a split second and taking Trudy to my car. I then called for backup and rushed...

I was nearing my deadline, yet I found myself void of ideas. Only three days were left for the short story competition I was taking part in to end, but I hadn’t even written a single sentence. My best friend, Rana, suggested that I stay at the family cabin she recently inherited. I accepted her offer and went to the woods that morning. It was peaceful there. The cabin wasn’t too far from the road, and there were no wild animals nearby, so it was the perfect spot to relax and find some fresh ideas. But the journey to reach it was so long that by the time I got there, I fell on the bed and slept until the next sunrise. I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had been in weeks and finally found myself with ideas for my story. It was going to be a sci-fi thriller about an intergalactic war that pulled Earth into the crosshairs. I went to grab my laptop but found it nowhere in my bag or anywhere around the house. It was strange. I was sure that I brought it with me; how could I have forgott...

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I had just finished my second brain surgery for the day when yet another patient who needed one was brought to the ER. What’s going on today? I’ve never had three in one day. Things became stranger once I saw the details of the patient; all three of my patients were women in their sixties who had fallen from high places. The latest had fallen down a flight of stairs. Was this just a coincidence? Then, just minutes into the surgery, I started hearing a whisper in my ear. “Cassandra, help me…” What’s happening? Am I hallucinating because of the stress? “Did you hear that?” I asked my team. “Hear what?” A nurse asked. “Nevermind.” I shook my head. “Maybe you’re a little too exhausted,” the nurse said. “You’re not hearing things, Cassandra. It’s really me,” the voice said yet again—and this time, the patient herself grabbed my hand. I tried to break free, but her grip was too strong. Everyone in the room jumped back and scattered everything they were holding. “You all…leave,” the lady said...