K-jay

Joined June 2021

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I weave stories from social media,and life, blending critique, fiction, and horror. Inspired by Hamlet, George R.R. Martin, and Stephen King, I craft poetic, layered tales of intrigue and resilience,

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The Machine's Muse: Redefining Authenticity in the Age of AI
The rise of artificial intelligence (AI) in recent years has brought with it profound changes to various domains of human endeavor. Among these, the creation of art and literature has been particularly impacted. AI’s ability to generate paintings, compose music, and even write prose and poetry has sparked both excitement and apprehension. This new era of creative collaboration between humans and machines raises a crucial question: Does the use of such tools compromise the authenticity of the creators who employ them?
By K-jayabout a year ago in Motivation
The rose of wall street
Title: The Rose of Wall Street In the roaring, glittering world of 1920s New York, amidst the excess and decadence of the Jazz Age, two families of wealth and power collided in a tragic dance of love, ambition, and betrayal.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Inn
Once, in a distant desert town, there stood an enigmatic inn called The Enchanted Inn, tucked away along a winding road that seemed to go on forever. Its windows were always lit, glowing in warm hues that contrasted with the dark, starless sky. It wasn’t on any map, and locals whispered that those who found it had been drawn there by a mysterious force.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Horror
Rivers Against the Current
The river defied its nature the day the Queen disappeared. I was in the workshop basement, calibrating pressure gauges, when it began—an anomaly as subtle as the jump of a needle past safe limits. Above me, Father’s familiar rhythm broke; his wrench slipped against the valve, a sound sharp enough to cut through steam hissing from copper joints. He never slipped.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. .The rule wasn’t written. No one had told me. It was simply known, as though it had always been a part of me, as essential as breathing. Or perhaps, more essential—because I could no longer recall the feel of breath in my lungs.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Horror
The Possession: Part Two
1. The Investigation Begins Six months after the events at St. Augustine’s, the world had begun to notice. Strange phenomena were on the rise—mass hallucinations, unexplained deaths, and whispers of cult activity. Detective Sarah Holden, a hardened investigator with a reputation for tackling the bizarre, was assigned to investigate.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Horror
The Year of Boundless Creativity: My 2025 Resolution. AI-Generated.
Introduction: The Promise of a New Year As fireworks lit up the night sky on New Year’s Eve, I couldn’t stop reflecting on the stories I’ve yet to tell—the ones rooted in my experiences, fueled by imagination, and inspired by the resilience of others. For years, these stories have lived in fragments—unfinished drafts, fleeting ideas scribbled in journals, and narratives I’ve told myself but never shared.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Motivation
Echoes of the Year: A Playlist Through Time. AI-Generated.
Echoes of the Year: A Playlist Through Time As I look back on the past year, it feels like a symphony of moments, each accompanied by the rhythm and lyrics of songs that shaped my experiences. These tracks didn’t just play in the background; they became companions, narrators, and sometimes lifelines through defining moments.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Motivation
Skyward Dreams
Leila Santiago stared out at the endless horizon from her room in New Aurora. Below, the Pacific Ocean stretched in every direction, sunlight glittering off the solar-paneled underside of the floating city. Somewhere beyond the haze of waves lay the old coastline of California, swallowed by rising seas decades ago.
By K-jayabout a year ago in Chapters
The possession
1. The Summons The rain fell in sheets as Dr. Maria Fischer drove toward St. Augustine’s Asylum. The GPS signal flickered as she approached the rural outskirts, the headlights of her car barely cutting through the mist. The asylum loomed ahead like a fortress, its Gothic spires clawing at the stormy sky.
By K-jay4 years ago in Fiction
The Emancipation of Walter Allen
Walter Allen lived in a fortress of his own making. Every brick in this fortress was a rule, a habit, or a ritual that shielded him from the unpredictability of the world. His apartment, a stark one-bedroom unit on the third floor of a building in downtown Seattle, reflected this structure perfectly. Everything had its place, its purpose, its exact orientation. The beige carpet was vacuumed in straight, parallel lines. The stainless-steel appliances gleamed without a single fingerprint. His closet was a rainbow of monotony: white shirts, blue shirts, gray shirts—all ironed and hung with precision.
By K-jay4 years ago in Fiction
The raging bull
The bar’s neon sign flickered weakly against the darkened sky, casting faint shadows over the dust-covered parking lot. Inside, the air was thick with the staleness of spilled beer and bitter resentment. Chuck Dower sat at the bar, his broad shoulders hunched over a whiskey glass. He looked like a man whose best days were behind him, though no one in the room dared to say it aloud.
By K-jay4 years ago in Fiction

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The Machine's Muse: Redefining Authenticity in the Age of AI

The rose of wall street

The Enchanted Inn

Rivers Against the Current

The Forgotten Door

The Possession: Part Two

The Year of Boundless Creativity: My 2025 Resolution. AI-Generated.

Echoes of the Year: A Playlist Through Time. AI-Generated.

Skyward Dreams

The possession

The Emancipation of Walter Allen

The raging bull

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