Short Story
A Seat at the Table
Mina never thought much about family dinners. She had her own apartment, her own life, and her own rules. She told herself she didn’t need anyone to share meals with, that she preferred solitude, and that cooking for one was simpler, cleaner. But tonight, the smell of roasted chicken drifting from her mother’s old kitchen down the hall made her pause. It wasn’t just the aroma—it was memory wrapped in warmth, and it clung to her like a familiar voice calling her home.
By Salman Writes8 months ago in Fiction
After the Shower. AI-Generated.
After the Shower After the shower, the mirror is always honest. Steam loosens its grip slowly, like a reluctant confession, and my face appears in fragments—an eye first, then a cheek, then the whole tired map of me. Water beads on my shoulders and runs down in thin, obedient lines, carrying nothing with it but heat. I watch it go and feel foolish for expecting more.
By Story Prism8 months ago in Fiction
Artificial Intelligence Decides A Vocal Top Story
Introduction This is a complete fiction, but I sometimes wonder how artificial intelligence can be used to make objective decisions on certain things. Even as I write this piece of fiction draft using Google Docs, there is a basic Artificial Intelligence running behind me, correcting my spelling, suggesting that my grammar is not correct and putting forward possible alternatives and sometimes getting it completely wrong. The intelligence doing that is called Grammarly, and at times it can be really annoying, but it is more than worth putting up with to help me produce something that is at least halfway readable by my audience. There is also the Google Docs checker that also tries to put me right, and between these two, you might get something without too many spelling and grammatical mistakes.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
