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301 Dei Verbum: Part 2
At first, the societal upheavals were tumultuous. evoking the many theories. Why had the aliens landed so ostentatiously in a place synonymous with Christianity? Was it a scout ship for a planned invasion? Was it a calling card, an introduction for more to come? Was it sent by God? Were the unseen visitors dimensionally aphasic and we simply missed each other due to some myopic existential blindness?
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Ol' Silas
Silas shuts the door with a click. A slice of the child running away from his house caught for a moment in the doorframe. His hook gleams at him from where it's hanging with his overcoat and waterproofs. Leaning on his stick, he peers past the dying houseplant on the sill. Almost dark, the back of that cheap polyester costume only just visible. See how they run. This one is carefree, now. All trace of fear gone. Excited to get back and show off the generous hall in that tacky orange bucket. Brag about the encounter with scary ole Silas Crowley. Stumping along the hallway, Silas reflects that that was the main thing that kept it alive: it would tell its friends. Let this one go, and more would surely follow. Silas tipped away his cold cocoa, and washed out the mug. He didn't like people. Didn't care to be liked, either. The rumours about his wife and daughter had flown around freely for years. It'd never impacted him after the police lost interest. Except... He'd had to behave. No more experiments. Give them no more reason for suspicion. Subsisting on scraps of fear from kids like that one, creeping up to his door on a dare. Already he could feel the aches in his joints easing. Walking a little straighter, he entered the dining room, and kissed his dear wife with a flourish, such as he hadn't for decades. Her desiccated skin hung off her bones.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A slice of silence 2
Lilac first noticed the changes in Zion at her aunt's monthly family dinner. Her younger cousin had always been impulsive—cycling through hobbies and interests like seasons—but something was different now. Gone were the casual outfits and carefree demeanor. Instead, Zion swept into Aunt Helen's home wearing a designer dress that probably cost more than Lilac's monthly rent, her lithe frame carrying an air of newfound sophistication.
By Malaika Tatu Penda2 years ago in Fiction
The Ultimate Guide to the Top 10 AI Websites for 2024
The Ultimate Guide to the Top 10 AI Websites for 2024 Artificial intelligence or AI is no longer a topic that has been picked up by a few scholars over the last few decades, but rather a critical tool and element being used by industries all around the globe. In the present day, entrepreneurs and individuals look for cutting-edge AI tools, datasets, and news from the best AI websites. This post offers a list of 10 AI sites, from platforms for cloud-based machine learning to research labs and new initiatives that are essential for anyone considering AI work.
By DHARMENDRA KUMAR BAIRWA2 years ago in Fiction
The day the river ran backward. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. The river was always the Queen's favorite place. She'd sit on a rock, dipping her toes in to let the fish nibble on them. So, it was no surprise that her favorite scholar, Kai, immediately noticed that the river began fleeing when the Queen wasn't anywhere to be found. It also helped that she left a note—"Follow the river," it had said, but of course, the river led out of the kingdom and into the deep woods.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
The Lull of a Windless Day
The sun climbed high into the sky, filling the air with light and heat. In the fields, boys wiped sweat from their brows and glared angrily at the sun. Women hid on their porches with their crying babes, trying to find a little relief in the sparse shade. Plants withered in the blazing heat as mud dried into cracking cakes of dirt. Without the cooling rush of wind, nothing seemed to enjoy the heat of the sun.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Fiction
The Waltz of a Windy Night
Wind perched sullenly at the top of the cliff, anxiously looking for the next great adventure. Darkness began falling across the land. Deep in the heart of the forest, a light began flickering cheerful orange and bright yellow. Both curious and hopeful, Wind swooped down for a closer look.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Fiction
A Tense Rescue
The rescue boat officer pulled the boat as close to the house front door as he could get it safely. He secured it by tying a rope around a tree. Then he trudged through the water to the front door that was slightly opened. He opened the door wider and called for the children.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
