Microfiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Letter. AI-Generated.
The wind howled along the cliffs of Cape Town, tearing at the edges of the lighthouse like it wanted to knock it into the ocean. Inside, an old man sat hunched over a wooden desk, pen in hand, paper worn and yellowed.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
I had a Dream....
I had a dream, and in this dream, I was much older. Me and a few friends were sitting around sharing our various memories of the past and comparing it with present of our older selves. We realized how things really did stay the same from how one dressed to the vocabulary that one spoke. We gathered at various venues along with others to share current events and even to answer questions for the younger generations. I guess in the future I will be a teacher of sorts. We realized that we as elders were still of some value too.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Memory Stain
The girls at work laugh at me. They all have fancy cars with all the bells and whistles, and here's me with my old banger. It's not, of course. It doesn't bang, and it doesn't rattle. Drives smooth enough for me. It doesn't have the bells and whistles, but that's the way I like it.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Immortality Subscription
The ad was everywhere. “Aeterna Corp: Why Have an Expiration Date?” For a manageable monthly fee, the “Rejuvenation Stream” would flood your cells with nano-machines, repairing telomeres, purging toxins, and holding aging at bay. It wasn’t a one-time cure; it was a service. A subscription to immortality.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Black Cat
Walking down the street one night I came across a black cat crossing the street. You know that old saying about black cats 'don't let them cross your path' or something like that, so I tried to walk faster so that wouldn't happen, but to no avail that cat would not seem to let me get ahead of him or her on this midnight walk. What could this 'cat' want or need from me? I wondered about this and thought maybe this cat just wants the company and then all of the sudden in a flash it ran at me.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Stars Behind My Eyelids
I held my breath for what seemed like an eternity. As I clamped my eyelids shut, stars started to form in the darkness — kaleidoscopic and mesmerising. Everything slowed to a dreamlike drift, and my heartbeat’s rapidly escalating pace threatened to fling the swollen organ across the dancefloor.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
