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Memory in the Metronome
The therapist's room was just as you'd expect it. An oak desk scattered with pens, paper, and paperweights. Windows abandoned by the daylight. Amber lamps and weak bulbs conjured shadows upon strange paintings that invoked nothing. An hourglass failed to create ambience against the noise of sirens and horns.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Wedding Day Wish
The day is bright. A few whisps of clouds break up the monotony of blue. Breezes flow in off the cool, serene waters of the Pacific and through the open window beside me, the sheer curtains gently billowing. Standing before the full-length mirror, I ponder at the person I see before it.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Fiction
Blowing The Top Off
Run! I have to get out of here! Did I get my pills? Oh and Andreas’ puffer. Wait! I still need to get all our documents! Britney rushed upstairs and nearly tripped on the last step before rummaging through her office to get all her identification and important documents. She quickly glanced through the window, where she could already see the plumes of smoke rising from Mount Baker. A sense of dread fell over her, as she realized her life was quickly transforming into a nightmare.
By Jesse Leungabout a year ago in Fiction
Light in the Darkness
Stacy wandered down the freezer aisle when suddenly everything went dark. The emergency lights flickered on, casting an eerie glow over everything. In the dim light, Stacy spotted a small boy clutching a tub of ice cream to his chest, eyes wide and nervous.
By Sarah Tinneyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Library of Forgotten Books
1. The Inheritance of Ink and Regret The deed arrived soaked in tea stains and guilt: "Elara Vance inherits: 1) Seawood Library; 2) Its 7,432 forgotten books; 3) Grandmother Astrid’s unfinished novel."
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
He Wrote a Thousand Love Letters, But One Saved Her Life
I never thought paper could hold someone’s soul. But it did. At least, his paper did. His letters did. His name was Arman. Mine is Elora.
By MD Hamim Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
Blanket
Purple, plush, silky soft, and with star-studded embroidery, Michelle snuggles in bed with her beloved blanket. Midway through her mother’s bedtime story, Michelle quickly gives in to sleep, heavy eyelids no longer able to stay open. After a quick kiss on the forehead and a tuck, all is quiet for most of the night until the clock strikes twelve. That’s when the nightlights in the room suddenly flicker at the sounds of low growls rumbling from the closet. Its door slowly creaks open with a chilling breeze, alerting Michelle awake. Wide-eyed, she watches an elongated hand outstretch from the shadows of the dark closet. The monstrous claws grip the corner of the door and open it wider.
By Terrance D Watersabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Flooded Sky
The rain began as a whisper against the rooftops, soft enough that no one gave it much thought. In the village of Kalindar, people were used to storms. The river had always fed them, watered their crops, and given them fish. It had flooded before, but always receded, like a wild animal that roared and then retreated to its den.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
The Story in Our Hair
Maya sat in front of the mirror, her fingers twirling the same stubborn lock of hair that always slipped loose no matter how she styled it. Tomorrow was her cousin’s wedding, and the thought of walking into the venue with hundreds of eyes on her filled her with a strange mix of dread and anticipation. She’d spent the past week scrolling through endless photos of updos, braids, and sleek ponytails, but every style seemed to carry its own story—stories she wasn’t sure she could wear.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction