What happens when true artificial intelligence is coupled with a weapon of war? Inside the dilapidated skyrise, the soldier raised their launcher and pointed the barrel towards a distant hilltop. They pulled the trigger, propellent ignited, the missile sped away.…
A young girl with an unstable home life tries to summon a demon, believing that it will solve her problems Kitty smirked at the giant pile of plastic wrappers that had covered the sweets she and Tiffany had been picking…
A young alien is sent to Earth on an exploration mission The first time her feet ever touched Earth, she squealed with joy. It was a sound she never let out before; she didn’t realise she made it. The grass…
An aspiring artist’s experience within a haunted gallery The gallery looms over Vinny, shrouding her in shadow. Ivy runs up its ruddy walls, in the veins of the brick, holding it together. Her blue eyes stare up at it, even…
Contributed Photo / FreepikThis photo was generated with AI. I Mary Lathra’s story began with her mother, Priya Lathra. Mary’s fondest and most intimate moment with her beloved mother was at her birth. Once she’d left her mother’s arms and…
Tusharika Tyagi / Infinitum Editor Carl fumbled with his medication, swearing quietly as the frustration mounted. The lid was always a bastard to unseal, and his hands had stopped being perfect tools over a decade ago. A bittersweet melody of…
Tusharika Tyagi / Infinitum Editor I type nearly every day. I guess you could say I somewhat “enjoyed” it. After all, I had gotten pretty good at it. But I’m starting to think that it may love me more than…
Tusharika Tyagi / Infinitum Editor A few months ago, I downloaded this app that apparently gives your daily horoscope and possible predictions. My friends were really into that kind of stuff at the time, so I thought I’d join in.…
Olga Steblyk / Lead Photographer It was cold and the grass was wet at the hill’s peak where the portal was to be opened. In the dusk of night, hundreds of people had come together to leave this realm to…
Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer Sehrin, 1973, Africa Minor I High up in the black sky with twinkling stars, the wind whirled, spun and swirled, warning. We heard the call, the cry of wolves. They were here. They went by many names,…
Niyati Pancholi / Sputnik PhotographyTree leaves. I am a sun. My surface is hot with searing flames. I cast my gaze in all directions, and it is a scorching stare, a fiery regard. I am a giver of life, yet…
Niyati Pancholi / Sputnik PhotographyBubble tea. I’ve never been a fan, personally. Solids in my liquid? No thank you. I groaned internally when the barista handed me my drink, tapioca and all. I’m too shy to tell them they got…
Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer The story I’d been planning to write took me to the Republic of Fauxland, located just off the Eastern coasts of Canada and the United States. The country was a lot like its neighbors;…
Bachir Miloudi / Sputnik PhotographyHands in soil. Hands dug out from below the surface. Wiggling their way to the top. Dig. Dig. Dig. The woman climbed out of her birthplace. Grown from the soils of the earth placed in the…
Tusharika Tyagi / Infinitum Editor It was a gift from my older brother back when he was still with us. It’s an OK machine. It does everything that a printer should do. Lately, it’s just been acting a little weird.…
Beatrice O’Connell / Infinitum Contributor What is love and how can we express such a complex emotion? “The way I love you” focuses on the most intimate experience two people can share with one another: cooking a nice spaghetti dinner.…
Olga Steblyk / Sputnik Photography In the life of Angelique, nothing was worse than losing the love of her life. Amber was everything to her. In life or death, she would be Angelique’s most precious person. Life isn’t meant to…
Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer What is morality, where do you draw the line and who’s stopping you from crossing it? I like to think that we all have a code, a nice little list of dos and don’ts,…
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorA colour wheel. As he was always meant to do, Carter thought about love. This time, he was sitting in a dimly lit, warm café. Rain pattered against the windows, heavy enough that the claustrophobic street…
Bachir Miloudi / Sputnik Photography “I saw the ad on a newspaper.” “A newspaper?” “Yep, right in print during my morning coffee.” “Huh, she really did it.” “Yes, she did it, all for you!” “How about you, why did you…
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorTwo girls, one leaning on the other. As I wake up, I look to my left and see the sight of beauty I stroke her hair tenderly, and the look in her eyes softens For when she looks…
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorA person taking a picture of the sunrise. The sky is so blue, Filled with message of hope The beginning of me
Niyati Pancholi / Sputnik Photography Glitter and pompoms. A woman with long, silver hair walked towards him holding a globe with an eye in it. It was peering straight at the young man. The eye was dark and wouldn’t blink.…
Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer I As Eve stared back at the computer, she saw the white spaces of the page, the world reflecting back, possibilities as infinite as the story she could tell, as the world she lived…
Olga Steblyk / Sputnik Photography Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer I The Night Before Christmas I don’t know what to feel anymore.I feel like I’ve felt everything. That the feelings are so deepThat they’re…
Bachir Miloudi / Sputnik PhotographyA girl hugging herself. My body is in a constant fight just to stay afloat, but it does. It is mine. “Eat vegan,” or “skip gluten,” they say, because it healed them. Their body isn’t mine. A body…
Serena Anagbe / Photo Editor I’m at the beginning, where later I will begin again. Every time I die, I will begin again. A guard wakes me, brings me in, shows me the statue in the room. Walk into the room, power goes…
Karen Savoy / Sputnik Photography Koichi Domo Smith got off the train and looked around the empty station. The vast green emptiness he had witnessed wasn’t bad to look at. The air here was so crisp. It made sense since…
Contributed Photo / Unsplash The year was 1968, I remember those days of past, the bright yellow sun sizzling on my skin, the sound of the ocean battering on the beach, ahhhhh, good times. “Don’t get lost now, stick to…
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorA sunset by a house. There’s a story of a father. A father and his sons His sons ran to their friends. Their friends told them what happened. ‘’They beat us, they beat us up, they…
