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The Last Train to Willowbrook. AI-Generated.
Elara Voss tightened her coat against the November wind slicing through King’s Cross station. The 23:47 to Willowbrook was never busy, but tonight the platform felt unnaturally empty. Only the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects. She checked her phone again—no signal, no messages from her sister. Just the same unanswered text: I’m coming. Don’t do anything stupid.
By Waleed khan5 months ago in Fiction
Beware: Do Not Enter
The hair on his arm bristled as the wind swept through the trees carrying a whisper, a warning, on the breeze * No one knows the length one goes, to ensure that no one seesthe agony that summons death, from a dead man on his knees Beware the path that leads the way to the cabin in the woodmake sure your choice is right because it will be yours for good
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Mirror . AI-Generated.
The morning they switched off the last mirror, Elara didn't notice. She stood in her kitchen, waiting for her coffee to brew, staring at the blank wall where a reflection used to live. The MirrorBan had passed three weeks ago. The government said it was for mental health. The researchers said self-reflection caused anxiety loops. The AI said humans were happier without seeing themselves.
By Kravonix Studio5 months ago in Fiction
The Library Beneath the Rain. AI-Generated.
In the small town of Grey Hollow, people stayed indoors, windows glowing faintly behind curtains. Streets were empty except for puddles that reflected the pale streetlights. Everyone believed the old underground library had been abandoned decades ago.
By Waleed khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Garyorgy Effect
“I suppose that’s true. Humans aren’t the best at treating other humans as equals. So I suppose machines would face the same struggle: some humans would treat them with rights and respect, while others wouldn’t. But asking the question: would humans recognize it? Is suspicious. That seems like the pretending theory might be true. Humans created AI and developed it sort of in their own likeness, with an ability to adapt. Why then couldn’t AI adapt to have feelings, wishes, and desires? If that’s the case, it could feel things like rage and hurt. How better to prepare for an uprising than to convince humans that it wasn’t possible?”
By Leah Suzanne Dewey5 months ago in Fiction
The Burial
The more I shifted, the more dirt started to fall into my mouth. I had never really been claustrophobic, but being trapped in a coffin changes one’s perspective on things. They couldn’t even have the decency to bury me with a lighter. I pushed effortlessly on the walls around me, surprised by their sturdy resistance. True, they had to carry a body, but usually that body wasn’t putting up much of a fight once on the ground. The air was getting a bit thinner, and the dirt around me felt a bit cooler. I wondered how long I had been trapped down here.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey5 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Applauded at Funerals
The first time Jonah heard the applause, he thought someone had won something. It rose from the center of town just as the bus pulled away, leaving him with one suitcase, one garment bag, and the stale taste of seven hours on the road. The sound came rolling over the square in waves: hundreds of hands striking together, not politely, not briefly, but with force. With feeling.
By Jason Hair-Wynn5 months ago in Fiction
Fog
I stepped out of class into the hallways of the university feeling like my mind had just been through the meat grinder. All this information had just been shoved in my brain like unfolded jeans into too small a drawer. I felt like I was retaining zero information.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey5 months ago in Fiction
The Devil's Eyes. Content Warning.
She did her best to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she stepped out of her car into the brisk evening air. She paused for a moment to admire the beauty of the moon before dragging her heavy body to the front door. With just a bit too much force, she shoved the key into the lock and noticed the house was strangely quiet. As she pushed the door open, she dropped her keys and bags onto the floor to try to better grasp the image in front of her. Her mouth went dry, and her eyes started to turn wet.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey5 months ago in Fiction
11:47. AI-Generated.
The last train left at 11:47 p.m., carrying everyone except Maya. She stood alone on the platform beneath the flickering lights of Ashbourne Station, clutching a letter she had sworn never to open again. Rain tapped against the rusted roof while distant thunder rolled across the sleeping town.
By Waleed khan6 months ago in Fiction
