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Desparate Attempts. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Failed Writer Aro was born into poverty. His father died young, leaving behind debts and a cracked house where rain leaked through the ceiling. His mother—frail, aging, and slowly losing herself to dementia—was all he had left.
By REalLLy2256 days ago in Fiction
The Dead Princess's Mercy. AI-Generated.
General Wei stared at the pool of black water beneath his feet. In its reflection, he didn’t see his own battle scared face, but the faces of the three thousand men he had burned alive at the Siege of Yan. Their skin was translucent and their mouths were stitched shut with what looked like rusted wire.
By Carolyn Patton6 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message I Never Sen
I typed the message three times before deleting it for good. Each version sounded wrong in a different way. Too dramatic. Too casual. Too late. I stared at the blinking cursor like it was waiting for me to say something brave, but all I could offer was silence.
By Salman Writes6 days ago in Fiction
The Chair by the Window
I didn’t realize how important the chair by the window was until no one sat in it anymore. It wasn’t a special chair. Just an old wooden one with a thin cushion that slid around when you stood up too fast. The paint had chipped near the legs, and one screw was always threatening to come loose. But every afternoon around four, my father would sit there, facing the street, cup of tea balanced carefully in his hand like it mattered.
By Salman Writes6 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Opponent: The Root of Evil Manifesto. Content Warning.
The Devil's Opponent: Root of Evil Manifesto Chapter 1 Raven Grimm was a rather funny, but handsome man who owned a magic store in the big city called “The Capricorn”. It was his little slice of paradise and a good reason for him to stay out of working at a fucking job which would just end up making him “just over broke”. He had such a feminine face and long silky white hair that spoke of many years of wisdom that he wore down around his shoulders. He looked so much younger than he really was. He was what you might call a femboy or at least that's what he preferred to call himself. Born on February 18th, 1993 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. so currently he was 33 years old, but looked to be in his twenties still. He was perhaps the most available bachelor in his area and yet no woman or man would touch him with a ten foot pole because of a cursed ring he could not take off. It was silver with a great black diamond set into it. The diamond was so dark and dense it felt as if it were absorbing the energy around it and to his knowledge it actually was. He hated how heavy it felt on his hand. It felt like an overpriced slave collar. He cursed the woman who put this on him night and day, but to no avail she never seemed to return to him. He looked around at the shoppers in his store and saw one pick up a tarot deck out of curiosity. He was meaning to teach classes on how to read them, but lacked the energy to invest in such a project since managing his store took up what motivation and energy he did have. A young woman in a billowing cloak came into the store just as he was thinking of closing up shop. She had brown hair and hazel eyes the color of the forest and river and skin that was basically white. What did she want here? He wondered as she picked up a black and red candle for spell casting and came to the register where he stood.
By Eris Willow6 days ago in Fiction
Aristotle and the Student of Logic.
🌀 Aristotle’s Logic… Gone Delightfully Haywire Aristotle stood beneath the olive tree, stroking his beard with the serene confidence of a man who believed the universe could be tamed by syllogisms... That it could be schooled by reasoning in which conclusions are drawn from two premises, with a common or middle term being present in the premises...but not in the conclusion.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Fiction
