Fantasy
Veil, Et al.
One thing they never tell you when you develop super powers due to a freak accident involving radioactive material and an animal; the government will find you quick! They brought me to a facility, gave me a room and supplied everything I needed, the catch … I use my powers for them, they choose what I do and where I go; code-name: Veil
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Orb and the Couch Potato: Tom’s Quest for Change. AI-Generated.
Tom’s encounter with the orb had become something of a regular occurrence, though he hadn’t yet taken it up on any of its offers. He had grown accustomed to its visits, even if he didn’t fully understand why it kept coming back. It was on a particularly warm afternoon, as Tom lay sprawled on the couch with a fan pointed directly at his face, that the orb made its next appearance.
By Enoch of Mediocrecity2 years ago in Fiction
The Orb and the Couch Potato: Tom’s Quest for Change. AI-Generated.
After his encounter with the mysterious orb, Tom didn’t give it much thought. Days turned into weeks, and the memory of the glowing entity faded into the background of his mind, overtaken by the usual comfort of his daily routine. But one afternoon, as he sat with his feet up on the coffee table, munching on a sandwich and half-watching a nature documentary, the familiar hum filled the room once more.
By Enoch of Mediocrecity2 years ago in Fiction
The Orb and the Couch Potato: Tom’s Quest for Change. AI-Generated.
Tom Winston had always been a man of simple pleasures. He enjoyed a leisurely morning, a quiet afternoon, and an evening spent with a good TV show. The day he got laid off from his job at the tech company was no different. Instead of worrying about his future, he saw it as an opportunity to indulge in his favorite pastime: doing nothing.
By Enoch of Mediocrecity2 years ago in Fiction
Mindshift
James was never the type that believed in wishing upon a falling star. But this one fell right in his backyard. He was looking out his bedroom window when it hit. His parents had already set the alarm, so he had to wait until morning to look for it. He searched for nearly an hour, but then there it was, as clear as day. As he reached for it, it started to glow for a moment. He showed it to his mother, but she believed that it was only a rock. She would have told him to throw it away, but she had a pet rock when she was a child.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction









