Fantasy
154: Id, Idn't It?
I am--all of my neurons hard-wired together simultaneously. If self-awareness requires migratory consortia of squirmy, vacillating neuronal interactions, then I'm solid-state. I am aware of all that is, all at once, including all cross sections of everything's existence along the past, present, and future paratemporalities.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Creature
He couldn’t help himself. He sat, admiring the creature as it danced around him, remaining hidden under the shadows of the trees. Skittish but curious, it glided among the bushes, circling the man who sat in an open patch under the bright moonlight, hoping for a glimpse. The creature emanated a loud humming sound, vibrating the surrounding forest. The man felt it too. A sweet, calming sensation reaching his feet and climbing to his head, like his whole body lost circulation. He let himself fall over, unable to feel his limbs as if he were just a brain. He giggled, lying on his back, staring up at the ocean of stars and the bright moon.
By Ian Crombie2 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling the Tapestry Exploring the Female Animal Mind. Content Warning.
The animal kingdom is a symphony of diverse lives, and within that symphony, the female mind plays a vital, complex role. Unlike humans, these creatures don't possess language to articulate their thoughts, but through observation, science is piecing together a fascinating picture. Here, we'll embark on a journey to understand the motivations, instincts, and surprising intelligence that drive female animals.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
Aliens real?
First, they - aliens can be our friends. Some scientists have hypothesized that those distant visitors are trying to contact us, but because we are not capable of understanding and decoding their response signals. Is this hypothesis too optimistic? It is also a question mark without an answer, because we do not have a small basis to cling to, even when they are present to us as well as our understanding of them. is a zero. From the information sources I have updated as well as having consulted many sources of information compiled from newspapers, media, friends... I think the aliens we often talk about are aliens. is true, but as for the exact place of residence in this vast universe with countless galaxies, no one knows. According to some information posted online, traces of aliens were discovered in some parts of the world: flying saucers, strange triangular objects, strange lights were discovered one after another. But perhaps the most interesting thing is not those things but the mysteries surrounding what purpose those distant visitors have when they come to our planet? It can be inferred from 2 trends:
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Fiction
Escape to the Glass Egg in the Sky
Every night as I drift off to the land of nod, I hope beyond hope that I will have one of two of my frequented dreams. The scenarios change, but the core of the dreams remain steadfast. Unyielding a manner that brings me comfort and joyous anticipation. The mere thought of them makes me giddy. I cannot touch them, cannot photograph them - just experience them, which almost makes them more real than real life because there is nothing to distract me from them. I'm completely entrenched in this reality whilst I am unconscious; dreaming.
By Renessa Norton2 years ago in Fiction
Papa Legba's Midnight Vigil
Title: Papa Legba's Midnight Vigil: A Journey of Reflection and Connection Chapter 1: The Railroad Tracks Maya embarked on a solitary journey to the railroad tracks in the still of night. The soft flicker of candlelight enveloped her in a warm, golden glow, revealing the vibrant colors of her surroundings under the moonlit sky. As she walked along the rusted tracks, the earthy aroma mingled with the crisp night air, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. Maya's rhythmic prayers echoed through the air, accompanied by the distant whistle of passing trains and the gentle rustling of leaves. In her picnic basket, she carried refreshing cucumber-infused water, fried tilapia and plantains cooked in palm oil, and a crisp garden salad full of a variety of fresh vegetables and fruit drizzled with tangy blue cheese dressing.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Recipe
Maya stood in the kitchen, her eyes scanning the array of spices lined up neatly on the counter. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant aromas that always reminded her of her childhood. Today was the day she would attempt to recreate her late grandmother’s legendary biryani recipe, a dish that had been the centerpiece of every family gathering.
By Dhiya Vetri 2 years ago in Fiction
Poemosaurus Rex: The Poet of the Cretaceous
In a forgotten corner of the Cretaceous period, where dense jungles met sprawling plains, lived a creature unlike any other. His name was Poemosaurus Rex, a towering figure with scales that shimmered like the midnight sky and a roar that could make mountains tremble. But Poemosaurus Rex was not known for his might alone; he was revered across the land for his gift of words.
By David H. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
