Julie Stull
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Writing is how we express ourselves. For me, it is a way of life. When we write, not only can we transport ourselves into another time but our reader gets to enjoy a glimpse of another place even if it is just for a moment.
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The End of the AI Slaughter
I jolted from my dream. I was sobbing uncontrollably. Finally I was calm again. I grabbed the tissue on my night stand. Ugh, no more. I got up and got some toilet paper to blow my nose. I looked into the mirror. Why does this dream haunt me every night. I turned to look at the clock and again it was 3am. For a long dream how could it be exactly 3am?
By Julie Stullabout a year ago in Futurism
The AI Attack on Humanity. Top Story - June 2024.
This dream haunted me for years. It seemed like I couldn't go not even one night without this same dream. Sometimes, something new would happen but the little boy was always with me. I still cannot figure out who he was. Perhaps he was my son in a past life?
By Julie Stull2 years ago in Fiction
The Feast
We look forward to the start of winter each year. We gather the blankets now and a warm cup of cocoa and sit on the porch. The air is filled with smells of bread baking, pies cooling off on the window sills and cedar and pine burning in the fireplaces nearby.
By Julie Stull2 years ago in Families
