Fable
The Last Rain in Bulawayo. AI-Generated.
Bulawayo, 1998 ā a city of sunburned streets and restless winds, where the scent of dust and diesel hung heavy in the air. In the township of Mzilikazi, two brothers grew up chasing the same dream but running from different ghosts.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Beyond the Dust
The old village slept beneath a veil of dust and silence. Houses made of clay stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing out the weight of years. The scent of earth and forgotten dreams floated in the still air. Every evening, as the sun sank behind the hills and shadows stretched across the narrow road, a single lantern came alive ā hanging by the door of a small, crumbling house.
By Riaz Hamkar3 months ago in Fiction
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026 Baba Vanga remains one of the most fascinating figures in the world of prophecy. Though blind from childhood, she saw further than most people could imagine. Her name has become a symbol of mystery, a whisper passed between believers and skeptics whenever the world feels uncertain. For decades, her visions have been revisited each time a new disaster unfolds, as if her words continue to echo through time.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Fiction
Grandpa's Hologram
In RÄzvan's Village, a small, isolated settlement nestled in the heart of the hills, the year 2025 had brought with it a quiet modernity, but also great sadness. Here, heritage was measured in aromas, and the most precious was that of sourdough breadāa 300-year-old recipe, known only by Grandpa Nicu, the village baker.When Grandpa Nicu passed away, the recipe died with him. His text file, saved on an old tablet, was incomplete. The bread baked by his granddaughter, Anaāa software engineer who had returned homeālacked that "soul."Thus, the idea was born: Ana used all of her grandfather's video recordings, voice memos, and handwritten notes to train a Holographic Artificial Intelligence. This AI was not just an archive; it was a simulation of her grandfather's consciousness, capable of speaking, thinking, and, most importantly, "feeling" the recipe.One cold evening, the holographic light flickered to life in the old bakery. Grandpa Nicu stood there once more, a warm, ethereal specter of light, with his virtual apron tied around his waist.
By alin butuc3 months ago in Fiction
God Is Bored
God got up early one morning, and immediately regretted it. Gravity, it seemed, which he hadnāt really invented, was weighing him down a bit today. He thought he should do something about the affairs of the universe, then remembered he didnāt rule the whole universe: just this miserable corner of it. He sighed and sat back down on his bed, feeling heavy.
By robert fisherman3 months ago in Fiction
