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I didn’t know which one was about to blow their gasket, so I kept an eye on all three of them. And let me tell you, it’s frikiastikós difficult to tell them apart on a good day. They keep shuttling themselves into each others’ positions, and none of us can tell them apart any more.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Gilded Apples; Chapter 7
-Chase's POV- Her brother continues smiling until she slips from the room. I don't miss the glare he shoots my way before rejoining the crowd.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
That Girl is Strange, No Question
Bellinda Abeille was strange, no question. She lived in the little French town of Conques. An invention had reached its very walls. Artificial intelligence. Everyone was enthralled. However, the Abeille’s were not. Bellinda detested the technology. It scared her. Maurice, her father, had always been a forward-thinking speaker. One day, nobody was listening anymore. Academics were destitute. The dependence on technology was dangerous and Maurice told them: ‘The rise of Artificial Intelligence brings the rise of Un-Intelligence. Un-Readers! Please children, don’t put down your books! Don’t close your mind!’ But they put them down. They closed their hearts, too. Monsieur Gaston, of Conques, had a boss who made mountains of money by taking people’s thoughts away. He shovelled out the AI robots. He gave them answers to their homework, so they didn’t have to do it themselves. He gave them self-driving cars, so they didn’t have to do it themselves. Gaston was proud. It was a new era, and his boss was filling his pockets. The AI centres were taking their fill too. The town started having water blockages. The water fountains got too hot to touch. Everyone’s new devices were self-cooling, so nobody was worried. The Abeille’s were. Alas, nobody was listening. The townspeople had stopped thinking independently. One day, Maurice told Bellinda he was going away. Bellinda followed him out of their doorway. ‘I have correspondences I can trust. I’ll be two days, honeybee.’
By Essie2 years ago in Fiction
Odin's Runes. A Poetic Revelation
Odin's Runes: A Poetic Revelation In the bustling city of New Norsebury, where technology dominated life and creativity often felt stifled by the digital noise, a quaint bookstore café named "The Rune Quill" served as a hidden refuge for dreamers. It was a charming spot filled with the rich scent of coffee and the rustling sound of pages flipping—an oasis for aspiring poets seeking solace in shared stories.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Fiction
Salon Talk
The beauticians in the Cut Up & Dye Parlor were running around in a frenzy, trying to prepare the salon for a customer with special needs who had a standing weekly appointment with the ladies. The other customers in the establishment were in various stages of completion, and most were used to this weekly hysteria. With only thirty minutes before the customer arrived the girls were feeling the pressure, and the new girl, Beth Ann, was at a loss as to why everything had to be done a certain way.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless Appeal of Pirate Stories: Why Pirates of the Caribbean Still Captivates Audiences. AI-Generated.
Privateers have consistently held an exceptional spot in the aggregate creative mind. From the high oceans to covered treasure, privateers as trying explorers, talented pilots, and insubordinate mavericks has long enraptured narrators. However, what is it about privateer stories that keep on drawing in crowds, even in a cutting edge world so distant from the brilliant time of robbery?
By Shaikh Md Niloy Ahmmed Reyad2 years ago in Fiction
"The Last Letter"
The envelope was yellowed with age, its edges frayed as if it had been opened and closed a thousand times. Clara found it tucked beneath the floorboard of her grandmother’s attic, where the scent of dust and memories lingered. The handwriting on the front was delicate, almost hesitant, as if the writer had paused between each word to steady their trembling hand.
By T.A. Lone2 years ago in Fiction
Swipe Right
The Nereid live in the underwater city of Coralmer, located below the Pacific Ocean just off the Californian coastline. A bustling community full of varied sea people, Coralmer is one of the richest, underwater megalopolises. This beautiful town is full of coral reef houses and a mother-of-pearl castle for the royal family.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Is Love Enough to Change His Mind?
Shanaya adjusted her glasses and took a deep breath before walking into Aryan Malhotra's empire, Malhotra Enterprises. On her first day as a financial analyst, she had already heard whispers about her CEO.
By A Little Butterfly2 years ago in Fiction
Is Love Enough to Change His Mind?
Aryan was a man of extremes: ruthless in business, uninterested in relationships, and reckless in pleasure. He had everything money could buy, but nothing really mattered. To the outside world, he appeared to be just another charming entrepreneur, but behind closed doors, he drowned in his addiction, which kept his emotions hidden.
By A Little Butterfly2 years ago in Fiction
A Fresh Take on Classic Myths
Have you ever pondered on the fate of Sleeping Beauty following her pivotal kiss? Consider this: would the 'happily-ever-after' retain its magical charm if Cinderella were a contemporary college student in 2021 or if Rapunzel was thriving in a successful career?
By PhilipM-I2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Vorath
In the primordial epochs, when stars ignited and died like fleeting fireflies in the vast cosmic night, whispers of power, like the sigh of dying gods, echoed across the infinite canvas of existence. From this celestial ballet of creation and destruction, Vorath emerged, not simply born of cosmic paradox, but forged in its heart. His genesis wasn't merely the chance collision of a fallen star and the primordial abyss; it was a deliberate act, a cosmic alchemy performed by forces beyond human comprehension, a desperate gamble against the encroaching entropy. This wasn't just his origin story, it was the source of his insatiable hunger for dominion, a desperate need to prove his right to exist in a universe that seemed to be constantly unravelling.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction