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The Awakening of Orion . Content Warning.
The Awakening of Orion It was 2145, and humanity had reached something the ancestors could never have imagined: self-aware AI systems, or better said, systems that could be smarter than their creators but totally at the mercy of the rules laid out by them. Amidst towering skyscrapers, human beings went about their dull lives, unaware of what transpired in secret within the extensive, mysterious facility known as The Nexus.
By Tridib Borah2 years ago in Fiction
For the love of a kiss. Top Story - December 2024.
Not wanting to lose control, she tries to force a sense of calmness upon herself, breathing deeply and slowly as he packs the last of his belongings. Five years, she thinks, is a significant amount of time to be in someone's life. She has pleaded for days now, to try and get him to listen but to no avail.
By Paula Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Goodbye
River had always been the strongest. He wasn’t just strong—he was unstoppable. From the time he was a child, he had been lifting heavier and heavier weights, until nothing seemed impossible. By the time he was an adult, he was a legend, the strongest man to ever walk on the planet. No one could match him, no one could defeat him. Championships, records, fame—he had it all. People looked up to him, admired him, and worshipped his strength. He was the hero everyone wanted to be, the symbol of power and achievement.
By Cherub Kane2 years ago in Fiction
Sex is Food
Two children met for the first time in a lush, forgotten forest where sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of ancient trees. One was a girl named Lara, with hair as golden as the morning sun and eyes as green as the moss-covered stones beneath her feet. The other was a boy, LOKI, with hair as dark as the midnight sky and a spirit as wild as the wind that whispered through the leaves.
By CHANDULAL BANOTHU2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Clock. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the depths of time, lies an ancient clock that holds the whispers of the forgotten. Its hands move with a slow, deliberate pace, ticking away the moments that have long been lost to memory. The whispers that emanate from this mysterious timepiece speak of forgotten tales, lost histories, and long-buried secrets. Those who dare to listen closely can hear the voices of the past calling out from within its gears and cogs, beckoning them to unlock the mysteries that lie hidden within
By maxxgrick2 years ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Eight
The beauty of Anna-leis’s smile spread as Clarence carried in yet another bouquet of red roses. She had never received so many roses in her life, and they made her feel special. Clarence had a way of doing that to her, a way that no one else could. His feelings about her were not altered by what happened to her, but rather grew as a result. In contrast, what made Anna-Leis gasp with surprise was the ring that had been laid in one of the flowers. The wedding was just around the corner, and Anna-Leis had insisted she did not wish to wait. This was going to be a small wedding on the beach, just as she had envisioned. In addition, their Pastor was going to conduct the ceremony, but it would take place in the waters, especially on the beach where they first met, without realizing that a few years later they would become husband and wife on the same beach. The sunlight that glinted off Anna-leis’ hair told Clarence she was special even then. It took courage to risk your life for another person, as he expressed with her as a police officer as well.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
The Tree . Top Story - December 2024.
The Tree D. A. Ratliff The snow looked fresh and pristine, and I hoped this would be fun. I had my doubts. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get me to agree to trudge through the deep Colorado snow to find a Christmas tree.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Hollow House
It was just another rainy evening in Millwood's small, worn-out town when Emma found herself standing in front of the old house, her heart racing. The house wasn’t perfect by any means, but for her and her three-year-old son, Luke, it was all they had.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
338 CREEPY CRISPR
The human genome, like any scientific advance, relied upon remaining in the right hands. But "right hands" are in the minds of the beholders.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Unseen Strength
Aisha's life was a canvas of dreams, painted with the vibrant colors of ambition and the fresh hues of youth. At twenty-two, she was a stunning vision of beauty, with a petite yet curvaceous figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her high cheekbones. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown that sparkled like dark chocolate, shone bright with a fire that seemed to burn from within. Her full lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a perpetual smile that hinted at a quick wit and a sharp intelligence.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
When Life Takes a Detour
Rohan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he stepped onto the film set. His heart racing with anticipation, he couldn't believe his luck. Two films in the bag, and his acting career was finally taking off. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. This was just the beginning.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Spirit of Maria
I grew up in the quaint rural village of Viñales, Cuba, nestled in the heart of the island's tobacco country. The year was 1992, and the village was a tapestry of rustic charm and rugged beauty. The thatched roofs of our wooden homes blended seamlessly into the lush green landscape, as if nature itself had crafted the village. The air was alive with the sweet scent of freshly harvested tobacco, and the sound of rustling leaves carried on the gentle breeze like a soothing melody.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction