Entakab

Joined April 2025

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As I adjust to working, writing has become more important to me. It serves as media technology, a means of trying something do that, wishing everyone hopes, will make a surprise moment.

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Meatloaf and Other Terrors. AI-Generated.
It started, as most suburban horrors do, with dinner. The Hamiltons were a perfectly average family living in a two-story house with beige siding, beige carpeting, and beige dreams. Frank, the father, was an accountant with the charisma of drywall. Marjorie, the mother, taught piano but mostly just used the keyboard as a place to hide her wine glass during lessons. Lily, a sarcastic 16-year-old who wears too much eyeliner, and Timmy, an eerie ten-year-old who stopped blinking a month ago, were their two children. Tuesday was meatloaf night. It always had been. Marjorie was a proponent of "structure." Some mothers gave hugs. Marjorie gave routines and passive aggressive glances.
By Entakab9 months ago in Fiction
The Night It All Changed. AI-Generated.
One of those sticky, slow moving summer nights when the air feels too thick to breathe was Thursday evening. I was driving home, a little late from work, the kind of late that feels heavy on your shoulders but routine enough that you don't expect anything unusual.
By Entakab9 months ago in Motivation

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