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The Timeless Appeal of Pirate Stories: Why Pirates of the Caribbean Still Captivates Audiences. AI-Generated.
Privateers have consistently held an exceptional spot in the aggregate creative mind. From the high oceans to covered treasure, privateers as trying explorers, talented pilots, and insubordinate mavericks has long enraptured narrators. However, what is it about privateer stories that keep on drawing in crowds, even in a cutting edge world so distant from the brilliant time of robbery?
By Shaikh Md Niloy Ahmmed Reyadabout a year ago in Fiction
Excalibur Awakens
In the year 2045, a young teenager, Arthur, was given the keys to the kingdom… The news was announced on the TV. “The Excalibur AI system has been locked; it is being said now that the AI has adopted the Excalibur persona—this was unintended—and now our nation is defenseless. We are asking anyone who thinks they may be able to reason with the Excalibur system to reach out to the AI’s persona.”
By Gary Lougheedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bleating
It was in the twilight hours of a Saturday morning that Lora woke to the sound of sheep bleating. This made little sense, as she lived nowhere near farm or pasture. She lived in the heart of the ghetto, the concrete jungle, the trash-ridden streets of the inner city.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Swipe Right
The Nereid live in the underwater city of Coralmer, located below the Pacific Ocean just off the Californian coastline. A bustling community full of varied sea people, Coralmer is one of the richest, underwater megalopolises. This beautiful town is full of coral reef houses and a mother-of-pearl castle for the royal family.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Snake and the Owl
There was once a snake, who lived on a hill. All the other animals who lived there avoided him, whispering poisonous rumours to each other. As the snake slithered through his day, the hisses burrowed into his ears, sticking to him like tree resin.
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tale of Vorath
In the primordial epochs, when stars ignited and died like fleeting fireflies in the vast cosmic night, whispers of power, like the sigh of dying gods, echoed across the infinite canvas of existence. From this celestial ballet of creation and destruction, Vorath emerged, not simply born of cosmic paradox, but forged in its heart. His genesis wasn't merely the chance collision of a fallen star and the primordial abyss; it was a deliberate act, a cosmic alchemy performed by forces beyond human comprehension, a desperate gamble against the encroaching entropy. This wasn't just his origin story, it was the source of his insatiable hunger for dominion, a desperate need to prove his right to exist in a universe that seemed to be constantly unravelling.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Cover to Cover Success
The Reality of a Fascinating Book Cover Book cover design holds power over bookstore mall shelves as well as online marketplaces. Book covers occupy the number one spot for any passerby in bookstores and online marketplaces—the cover. A well-thought-out book cover is presented as a nonverbal marketing tool that helps attract the reader and gives a glimpse of the storyline and mood to the reader. Restaurating product attractiveness through covers stands as a vital promotional component that determines either failure or victory for books.
By Authors Publishing Houseabout a year ago in Fiction
Which Came First Music or the Misery
Long ago, the goddess of music Aurora journeyed to the land of the mortals in need of a melody. She lay in a field and heard the hum of the wind and the rapids of the streams. She traveled to the forest and listened to the rustle of the trees, and the calls of the birds. She went to the beach and heard the waves lapping against the shore. Yet she wanted more than what nature could offer. She sat upon a rock near the shore and had all but given up until a young man with his guitar befell upon her. His name was Robert Pittman. He played song after song to make her heart swoon. He played for days. Aurora became smitten with the musical man, hanging on his every note and stroke. They would talk for hours about music and artists and the like, as if no other topic existed. Their love was a simple and happy one. He would write her songs and her ears and heart would absorb them like a sponge. They would dance and sing so loud all the gods on Millennial Mountain could hear their love story unfold. One day Aurora came to the beach where she met her beloved so many times before but he wasn’t there. She waited and waited and mere minutes felt like hours as her heart ached and longed for the human.
By Kenneth Boutteabout a year ago in Fiction
Let There Be Light. Content Warning.
Back when the world was young and was shrouded in darkness, there was Keros. Keros was god of candles and kerosine lamps and he reigned supreme. He was a ruthless ruler, lighting the darkness only to those who praised him. With his blessings one could light city streets and homes for years, while his curses would leave you shrouded in darkness. That is until his rival Ishmael, god of whale oil, would give birth to a son named Zachary. Zachary was a spry young god and full of life. There was always a pep in his step and smile on his face. He would often serve as an entertainer for the gods during lavish banquets with his party tricks of static electricity. One particular banquet Keros had been over-served drinks of tequila and challenged Ishmael to a game of UNO. Ishmael laughed at the intoxicated fool and boasted that his young son could best him in the card game given his current state. The gods erupted in laughter for Keros was quite drunk and could easily in fact be bested by a child. Keros’s pride was both wounded and insulted, so he demanded the boy challenge him to prove them wrong.
By Kenneth Boutteabout a year ago in Fiction
