Chxse

Joined March 2025

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Constantly learning & sharing insights. I’m here to inspire, challenge, and bring a bit of humor to your feed.

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The Man in Apartment 3B. AI-Generated.
The first time I noticed the man in Apartment 3B, it was because of the humming. It was soft at first—just a low, tuneless vibration that drifted into the hallway as I passed by with a bag of groceries. I paused for a moment, tilted my head, then kept walking. New tenants weren’t unusual. The building was old, rent-controlled, and weird enough that only a certain type of person stuck around.
By Chxse8 months ago in Horror
The Sound the Ocean Made. AI-Generated.
didn’t expect the ocean to be so quiet. It was late April, off-season, and the little coastal town was mostly empty. Shops were closed, windows shuttered. Only the gulls and the wind kept company with the waves. It was exactly what I wanted—silence.
By Chxse8 months ago in Families
The Blue Sweater. AI-Generated.
I was halfway through packing the last box when I found it—folded neatly beneath a pile of forgotten scarves and a winter coat I hadn’t worn in two years.
By Chxse8 months ago in Confessions
Left on Maple Street. AI-Generated.
The letter had no return address, just his name in looping, uncertain handwriting that somehow still looked familiar after ten years.
By Chxse8 months ago in Confessions
The Sound of Glass. AI-Generated.
Nobody noticed when the glass broke. Not at first. It was 3:17 a.m., the kind of hour when the world goes soft and shapeless. Rain tapped the windows with a kind of half-hearted rhythm, like it wasn’t sure it wanted to fall. Clara was on the couch, wrapped in a blanket she’d bought when she still believed that warmth could come from thread. The television was on mute, flashing color onto her tired face, and a mug of tea had gone cold beside her elbow. Her phone buzzed once — an email from a job she didn’t get — and then died.
By Chxse8 months ago in Chapters
The Stranger Who Sat at Table Nine. AI-Generated.
I was three hours into a double shift at Poppy’s Diner when he walked in. A Tuesday in October, the kind of day where the air bites and your fingers sting after carrying trays of coffee to car-bound regulars.
By Chxse9 months ago in Confessions
The Last Voicemail. AI-Generated.
I hadn’t heard my dad’s voice in nearly two years. Not since the funeral. Not since I stood in front of a congregation of people in ties and stiff dresses pretending they all knew him, pretending they understood why I was breaking in half.
By Chxse9 months ago in Families
Neon skies. AI-Generated.
In the year 2179, the city of Vireon never slept. Its towers scraped at the clouds, armored in chrome and blinking with data-streams that cascaded like waterfalls. The sky above, once blue, now pulsed in artificial hues—electric pinks, sickly greens, cobalt blues—reflected from the ever-present neon that bathed the streets below. Drones zipped through midair highways. Holographic ads called out in a hundred languages, and the air buzzed with static.
By Chxse9 months ago in Chapters
Technology is taking over. Content Warning.
Technology is taking over. It's like Godzilla, unstoppable. People glued to their phones, eating while on their phone. Waking up and going straight to sitting on their phone for 30+ minutes. On their phone before they go to bed. Getting mad if you tell them to put their phone away(Especially in school). Even little kids being on their phone(You wonder why they are so mad).
By Chxse9 months ago in Motivation
Teeth in the Walls. AI-Generated.
The hallway bends when no one's near, It sighs beneath a breathless fear. The light switch flicks, the bulb goes dead— A shadow moves, but no one fled.
By Chxse9 months ago in Poets
The House with No Corners. AI-Generated.
I walked into a house with no corners, Where the walls breathed slow like sleeping whales. The floor was made of moth-wing lace,
By Chxse9 months ago in Poets
Stardust Reverie. AI-Generated.
I slipped between the cracks of thought, Where time is bent and lines are not. The ceiling melted into sound, And gravity forgot the ground.
By Chxse9 months ago in Poets

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The Man in Apartment 3B. AI-Generated.

The Sound the Ocean Made. AI-Generated.

The Blue Sweater. AI-Generated.

Left on Maple Street. AI-Generated.

The Sound of Glass. AI-Generated.

The Stranger Who Sat at Table Nine. AI-Generated.

The Last Voicemail. AI-Generated.

Neon skies. AI-Generated.

Technology is taking over. Content Warning.

Teeth in the Walls. AI-Generated.

The House with No Corners. AI-Generated.

Stardust Reverie. AI-Generated.

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