Stream of Consciousness
Navigating the Inflation-Deflation Balance: Understanding the Economic Cycle
In 2022, much of the world experienced a period of unusually high inflation, with the U.S., U.K., and Eurozone all peaking around 10%. This meant that prices were, on average, 10% higher than the previous year. For many, this surge in inflation was a significant source of stress, with consumers feeling the pinch and businesses struggling to adapt. Although inflation has since moderated and is closer to typical levels, prices have not decreased; they have merely stopped rising as rapidly. This persistent increase in the cost of living continues to burden consumers and businesses alike.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
Small Business Saga
Chapter 1: The Humble Beginning Anya was a fantasist and had that wonderful paradigm in her eyes alongside longing sinew. She also loved to cook, and her friends and family enjoyed tasting it. It was her holy ground; each recipe was a mad scientist concoction producing sweet confections that dissipated in the mouth.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Fiction
A Cubist goes overboard
Artisan and all of his Cubist colleagues sat below deck eating geometric fruits at a geometric table. They all spoke in lively poetic verses while contemplating a world where everything existed in mathematical shapes and colors. They were all thoroughly enjoying themselves on this beautiful day.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Is time travel possible?. AI-Generated.
Where Are All the Time Travelers? Is the 21st century just too boring for time travelers, or are they incredibly secretive? One explanation I find compelling is that time travel requires a receiver-station, meaning you can’t travel back to any time before the first receiver was built. Since we haven’t built one yet—or at least, I haven’t heard of it—this could be the reason we don’t see any time travelers around.
By Adebayo Mahmud2 years ago in Fiction
Life Paralysis . Content Warning.
I awoke into my nightmare. My cold and unyielding body refused to obey my commands. I couldn't move. My eyes scanned the room with frantic urgency, darting from shadow to shadow. I was a prisoner in my own skin, unable even to blink. There was no respite, no escape. My heart drummed a steady rhythm, each beat amplifying the dread that pulsed through me. I was back. Again.
By Oliver Millward2 years ago in Fiction









