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"The Memory Exchange"
In a not-so-distant future, humanity had made a stunning discovery. Dr. Emily Clarke, a brilliant neuroscientist, had developed a revolutionary technology known as the "Memory Exchange." It allowed people to transfer their memories to others, providing a glimpse into another person's life. It was a breakthrough that promised to bridge gaps in empathy and understanding, but it also raised profound ethical questions.
By Chika Unaigwe3 years ago in Fiction
You Won't Find Me There
I used to be afraid of the lone house at the end of Hatton Drive. Not of what it held inside, but of what it didn’t. “You really oughta go down there and go through everything already. It’s gonna sit and stew and rot. Especially that truck, and I know how much you…” On and on went Kim’s never-ending rant. Yes, I needed to do this and that and everything. And that’s all it was those days. Your grandparents who raised you die, and suddenly everyone needs you to do everything.
By Alivia Varvel3 years ago in Fiction
LYNDA: THE SERIES. EPISODE ONE
As I sat on the plane, staring out the window, I couldn't help but think about everything I was leaving behind. My home, my friends, my family, and most importantly, my heart. I had just gone through the worst heartbreak of my life. My fiancé had cheated on me on our wedding day. It was a nightmare that I couldn't seem to wake up from, and it haunts me every night as I sleep.
By Archibong James3 years ago in Fiction
Guilty. Content Warning.
The essence of it is the same but I can see that it is different. The curtains in the front room, for starters. We had a more sedate check pattern and I can see that these are some sort of modern floral, or maybe, Cath Kidston? Either way, they are cheerful and light. And the front door is one of those PVC affairs with the mock grain, that try to look like wood up close. A cheerful blue. Looks smarter and will need less maintenance but, in my opinion, appears false in the context of the Victorian terrace for which it is the mouthpiece. The garden at the front looks good. They've used it to grow their own produce so it's alive. Beans clambering up stakes with dots of red and the yellow blooms of courgettes. There's a nice feel to the place. Mind you, when we lived there, it wasn't lacking care. To all outward appearances, it looked a happy home. And I thought it was but now, having moved out, I keep wondering if it ever was.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Smitten
Toby raced across the beach towards the water. Warm sand caressed his toes as he prayed he wasn’t too late. He headed for the swell of the shallow waves as they crashed and glided their way closer to shore. He heard his parents call his name in the distance, warning him not to go far as he searched through the faces baking in the summer sun.
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Library
In the heart of a quiet, unassuming town, there exists a hidden gem that stirs emotions and sparks the imagination of those fortunate enough to stumble upon it. The Hidden Library, as it is affectionately known, is not a place of mere books and manuscripts, but a sanctuary for the soul, a repository of emotions waiting to be discovered.
By chijioke Princewill3 years ago in Fiction
From Manure to Treasure: Xiaoxi's Heartwarming Tale
"Once upon a time, there was a place known as Peach Blossom Mountain, where a small family of three resided: a husband, Big Bull, his wife, Xiaoxi, and her mother-in-law. Xiaoxi was a woman of remarkable beauty, endowed with a clever mind and a kind heart. They were living contentedly until a few months after their marriage when tragedy struck – Big Bull fell seriously ill.
By Steven Weals3 years ago in Fiction
