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Between Circuits and Soul
Between Circuits and Soul (Extended Version) --- In the neon-lit streets of tomorrow’s metropolis, the line between human and machine blurred until it vanished. People plugged into digital dreams, their emotions filtered through algorithms. Yet, beneath the gleam of progress, a quiet battle raged—between the code of cold circuits and the warmth of a beating heart.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Humans
The Light That Waited
The Light That Waited By VoiceWithin There was a time when I stopped believing in morning. Not just the sunrise — but the idea that anything new could come again. Days folded into nights without distinction. The clock ticked, the calendar turned, but I was nowhere inside them. I woke up only to survive sleep, and slept only to escape the ache of another waking. The world felt like a hallway with no doors.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Humans
The World That Whispered Back
The World That Whispered Back It began on a Wednesday—the kind of day that folds into the week unnoticed, carrying no special weight. Samuel woke, like he did every day, to the sound of his alarm clock whispering monotony. The sky outside was gray. Not angry-gray, nor soft-gray. Just… gray. The sort of gray that makes you forget what color ever felt like.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Fiction
The Price of a Breath
The Price of a Breath The room was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that soothes. It was the sterile, hospital silence, filled with soft machine beeps and the ever-present scent of antiseptic. It was the kind of silence that makes your heartbeat sound like thunder, that makes time move like molasses.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The Last Letter By VoiceWithin It was a cold, wind-bitten November afternoon when I returned to the house I once called home. The journey back had taken less than two hours by train, yet it felt like crossing decades of silence. I stood outside the front door for a long time, hand hovering over the key in my pocket, unsure if I deserved to open it.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Storm Within
Full Story: The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Lina sat curled in the corner, knees pulled close to her chest, eyes staring into empty space. To the outside world, she appeared calm, even collected. But inside her mind, a tempest raged — a quiet storm no one could see.
By VoiceWithin7 months ago in Psyche
