Short Story

Eclipse
Introduction An appropriate image from Steampunk Stuff here The music is "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden" Eclipse The Aetherwind was on its first flight since the refit. All the power was not taken directly from solar panneling on the balloon body, and it was so efficient it could also run on moonlight and starlight.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
You will have to complete all these to prove you are competent enough to be laid off
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By Lucy Guoabout a month ago in Fiction
The Second Chance. AI-Generated.
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By M.Fiazabout a month ago in Fiction
Ravenous Love
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By Donna Kabout a month ago in Fiction
Chained to Your Light
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By Donna Kabout a month ago in Fiction
Fevered Watch
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By Donna Kabout a month ago in Fiction
The Parable of The Fossil
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By Chase McQuadeabout a month ago in Fiction
The Sink Where Beer Goes to Die
The bell above the register wasn't for decoration. Every night at 1:50, Ed rang it once, hard, and the sound cut through the jukebox and the pool table's clack and whatever conversation was dying in the corner booths. Nora had heard it maybe four hundred times in her life. Tonight it landed different. Tonight it landed like a verdict.
By Diane Fosterabout a month ago in Fiction
Before the Rain. AI-Generated.
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By M.Fiazabout a month ago in Fiction
One Last Letter. AI-Generated.
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By M.Fiazabout a month ago in Fiction
Pen Game
She loves my pen game. I wrote to her because she stamped my day. So many songs I wrote for her to sing my way. So many poems I wrote for me to get my point to her the homing pigeon stays on its way. Now that I’m in the light again I’m building a tip centered on how our love can extended my inks on point under the lights I will have a ball again. Our date night exclusive a special showing a toast to out connection my pen game did the sowing. It has my feelings always growing when I looked at her my stack of papers started growing. I wrote with more depth here eyes showed more height. Because i kept her intrigued and reaching for me to excite. She loved all my first showings. As the ink paved what my mouth delayed. I offered my best creations that helped seal a lot of her rainy days and bad forecast from the past. But most of all I saw her potential which was beside me on our beautiful signed and delivered wedding day. She loved my pens closing words this is the note you are reading today. I sent it to her with a heart in the most meaningful way. My ideas stood beside me before we walked down they relished being on display and my smile did to that day.
By Arlo Wyseeabout a month ago in Fiction
Don't think about a pink elephant Chp.1 . Content Warning.
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By Just a guyabout a month ago in Fiction