Shane D. Spear
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I am a small-town travel agent, who blends his love for creating dream vacations with short stories of adventure. Passionate about the unknown, exploring it for travel while staying grounded in the charm of small-town life.
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The Leonardo Paradox
The next morning found Sarah in borrowed clothes, bent over Leonardo's workbench as dawn light filtered through the workshop's high windows. She had spent the night studying the manuscript, comparing its contents to Leonardo's current notes while he worked on what he would only call "the device."
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The man who stood before Sarah couldn't have been more than forty, with keen eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a simple linen shirt stained with paint and charcoal, and his fingers were spotted with ink. But it was his smile that caught her attention – knowing, yet kind as if he were welcoming back an old friend rather than meeting a stranger from the future.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The world reassembled itself in fragments. First came the smell – not the familiar musty scent of the museum's archives, but something sharper: woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and sun-baked stone. Then sound returned: the clatter of wooden wheels on cobblestones, distant shouting in rapid Italian, and the cry of gulls overhead.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
Sarah Matthews' footsteps echoed through the empty halls of the British Museum's basement archives, a familiar sound that usually brought her comfort. Tonight, however, something felt different. The air itself seemed charged with anticipation as she made her way past rows of newly acquired artifacts, her lamp casting dancing shadows on the stone walls.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of Ages . AI-Generated.
Sarah Mathews brushed away centuries of soil with trembling fingers. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the excavation site, but she barely noticed the growing darkness. Her attention was fixed entirely on the small object emerging from the earth: a pendant, no larger than her palm, its surface etched with intricate spirals she'd never seen in any archaeological record.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Price of Yesterday. AI-Generated.
Sarah’s mind raced, torn between the desire to change the past and the fear of unintended consequences. The ringmaster watched her with an amused expression, as if he had seen this internal struggle countless times before.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Price of Yesterday. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Carnival of Lost Souls Sarah Matthews was no stranger to the impossible. As a quantum physicist at Cambridge University, she'd spent her career probing the boundaries of reality, seeking answers in the spaces between moments. Yet nothing in her academic training had prepared her for the sight that greeted her on an otherwise unremarkable Thursday evening.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Forest. AI-Generated.
The first tree Sarah encountered glowed. Not in the gentle way that moonlight might illuminate bark, but with a pulsing, living radiance that seemed to flow like water beneath its silvery surface. She stood transfixed, her hand hovering inches from the trunk, feeling warmth radiating from within.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Robot Who Dreamed of Becoming Human. AI-Generated.
Unit-2187 polished the same spot on the laboratory floor for the four hundred and thirty-second time that morning. Its optical sensors detected no remaining debris, yet the programming compelled it to continue. The repetitive motion allowed its advanced neural network to wander, contemplating the humans who worked in the facility.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Guardian's Chronicle. AI-Generated.
Sarah Matthews hadn't expected to find anything interesting while clearing out her late uncle James's attic. He had been a quiet man who worked as an accountant in London, living alone in his Victorian townhouse until his passing last month. But behind a false wall panel, she discovered a leather-bound diary that would change everything she thought she knew about her seemingly ordinary uncle.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
Bound in Blood. AI-Generated.
Sarah Matthews had always found peace in libraries, but there was something different about this one. The Cambridge University Old Library's Gothic architecture loomed against the twilight sky, its spires piercing the gathering darkness like ancient spears. As the newly appointed Head Archivist of Special Collections, she had the keys to every room, including the forbidden Restricted Section that hadn't been opened to the public in over a century.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Space Between. AI-Generated.
Sarah Matthews stared at the strange equations that had appeared in her notebook overnight. This was the third time this week she'd found complex mathematical formulas written in handwriting that wasn't her own, yet somehow felt familiar. The equations were elegant, beautiful even, describing what appeared to be quantum mechanics far beyond current understanding.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
