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Next Steps
“Curse E’lon,” the commanding Elon lookalike muttered as it skimmed through some paperwork. “He never told us about the operational milestones Tesla will have to hit for us to get those stocks.”
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Princess Who Walked on the Moon
Princess Elara’s world was a gilded cage. Her life was a meticulously scheduled tapestry of state dinners, embroidery lessons, and waving from balconies. Her kingdom was a beautiful, smothering jewel, and she was its most prized possession, locked safely inside. Her only escape was the royal observatory, where she would chart the constellations and dream of the one place her royal guards could not follow: the Moon.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Call of the Minaret
The early sun had just started to rise from behind the house tops of Medina when Bilal woke up. The air was still cool and heavy with the smell of sand and date palms. For a moment, he listened to the faint sounds of the city waking -- the distant bleating of goats, the clatter of water pots and the quiet hum of life returning after the silence of the night.
By Nusukiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert
And the wind sang along the dunes, and Malik took a brush against his shabby cloak, and the desert sand was like tiny sparks on his face. This was hours of walking on part of him, in pursuit of the horizon that kept on pushing away. The sun was now setting, and coloured the sky with fire and gold.
By Nusukiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Launch
Too late to stop the rocket from launching, Elon’s lookalikes disguised themselves as tourists and dispersed among the spectators outside Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
Cape Canaveral
With his lookalikes’ spacecraft heavily guarded, Elon had no choice but to commandeer one of his own rocket launches in Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusukiabout a year ago in Fiction
Escape!
They dragged Elon toward the East Wing. The room at the back of the bunker, Elon thought, it’s a cryochamber! He saw the Trump animatronic chatting at a pair of his lookalikes.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legend of Don Conrado Pt.4
It was in this manner that he started his excursion: he wandered, at first, but as the day progressed, he found more and more of a certain purpose to his stride. The reader may thus conjecture that perhaps the overall mood that Don Conrado harboured on this morning had begun to lift, in proportion to the level of exposure to the sun, and the subsequent production of calcitriol, which flowed steadily into several of his deprived bodily organs.
By Delusions of Grandeur about a year ago in Fiction
Katie Can't Cut It. Top Story - November 2025.
“I want to go home,” Elon shouted. "You mean to South Africa?" Katie Miller replied. “I thought you were smart, but you just proved me wrong! You are released. Go back to Stephen. You are not baby mama material.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
The Elite
Secret Service agents appeared at Elon’s sides and grabbed his arms. By their strength, they had to be animatronics. “Why?” Elon asked. “If you are sure that I will return to a ruined planet, why not let me leave?”
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Break-In
Elon snuck from drawer to drawer, searching the desk. Suddenly, the light turned on. “What are you doing?” his commanding lookalike demanded.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction