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The City That Dreamed Back
In a quiet corner of the world, hidden between mountains that touched the sky and rivers that whispered secrets, there existed a city unlike any other. It was called Lumeria, a place where dreams were not just thoughts in the mind, but living, breathing realities.
By Ibrahim 2 days ago in Fiction
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While the xenologists, Cherinet and Litskovic, had gone on ahead, the survey team exogeologists, Vinnu and Samaan, hunkered down in their autopods battered by one of the unpredictable cyclostorms that made collecting samples and readings challenging. Coms were mega glitchy during these dust ups, so Vinnu reviewed previously collected data.
By majoki2 days ago in Fiction
The 47th
Imagine if Americans elected a leader who’s mission was to usher in the apocalypse. A demented narcissist pedophile with a combover and cankles. He’d speak in word salad while shitting his pants.
By Leslie Writes2 days ago in Fiction
On a Bed in the Middle of the Sea
Time passes. The sun begins to set, and eventually, the boy runs out of tears. His mind fills with questions, too many. So he calls out to the mermaids again.
By Daria Alexandra Enache2 days ago in Fiction
Bread And Circuses
An AI Explanation of the phrase: The phrase "Give them bread and circuses, and they will never revolt" is a popular paraphrase of a sentiment from the Roman poet Juvenal, criticising how rulers pacify the masses with food and entertainment to avoid political unrest. It describes a strategy to control the population by distracting them from civic duties.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Fiction
The True Story of the Bermuda Triangle
Year 1942 .... The night sea was black as ink. Waves whispered against the wooden hull, almost like the ocean itself was breathing. On deck, sailors squinted at their compasses, frowning. Something wasn’t right. The needles spun wildly, refusing to point north.
By Sakuni Bandara3 days ago in Fiction
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynx3 days ago in Fiction
Part 2 The Malfunctioning Time Machine. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS, I EDITED THIS, IT IS NOT FAKE IT IS MY WRITING MY PROMPTS MY WORK. The Architect’s Quiet Hour: Rewriting the Destination
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 days ago in Fiction
A Kind of Stillness. Content Warning.
As spiders crawl upon your skin do you wince or lie still awake at twilight as spindles spin lacy traps across your window
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“And we should ask alumni to write short notes about how she changed their lives; we could compile them into a bound book that she can take home,” she suggested, the words spilling out like a stream of ideas. The gym’s echo seemed to amplify each plan, turning the ordinary space into a canvas upon which their collective memories could be painted, each brushstroke a testament to Mrs. Wilkes’s indelible influence.
By Forest Green3 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“We’ve been counting on her to give the opening speech,” Peter noted, tapping his fingers against the worn wooden bench, “and to help us organize the photo exhibit of alumni milestones.” He glanced at the clock on the far wall, its hands frozen at 2:34, as if time itself were holding its breath. “If she’s gone a month before, we’ll need to find someone else—maybe Mr. Harlan from the science department? He’s got that charismatic flair, but he’s not her,” Megan replied, voice steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of urgency. The gym’s echo seemed to magnify their thoughts, turning each phrase into a reverberating chord that underscored the delicate balancing act they now faced: honoring Mrs. Wilkes’s legacy while ensuring the reunion would still carry the weight of years past, a task that suddenly felt far more complex than any poster board or invitation list they had previously imagined.
By Forest Green3 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
She paused for a moment, letting the echo of her own footsteps reverberate, each tapping a reminder of the countless times she and her classmates had sprinted across this very floor, chasing after the fleeting glory of high‑school victories. In that hushed stillness, she felt the weight of a secret she was about to unload, a secret that seemed to reverberate as loudly as the distant squeak of a basketball bouncing in an empty court.
By Forest Green3 days ago in Fiction