Microfiction
The Clockmaker’s Dragon
In the quaint village of Windlewharf, nestled between mossy hills and eternally ticking windmills, lived a peculiar old man named Thaddeus Pinch. He was a clockmaker of no small repute, known not only for mending broken timepieces but for crafting intricate mechanical wonders that seemed almost alive. Birds made of brass sang lullabies at dusk, spiders of silver spun delicate webs in lantern glass, and mice of copper chased crumbs across countertops.
By THE STORY ROOM10 months ago in Fiction
The Tax
The dreams of you are slipping away from me. Sand through my fingers. Black sand, like the odd mix of soot and rubble and dreams that fills up that old warehouse where we got married. Where those bounty hunters hit you in the head with a brick enough times for it to loop past cruel overkill twice.
By Silver Daux10 months ago in Fiction
The Future of Love
AI relationships are becoming more than just science fiction as virtual companions and AI chatbots increasingly blur the lines between human and artificial connections. What starts as casual interaction with AI assistants sometimes develops into something deeper, raising questions about the nature of emotional attachment in our digital age.
By Muhammad Sudais10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Lightkeeper. AI-Generated.
Eli Moran had lived alone on Marrow Isle for twenty-seven years, tending the ancient lighthouse. Once, ships filled the bay like scattered marbles, and Eli’s light meant life or death to sailors fighting the tides. But times changed. GPS and satellites replaced him, leaving Eli a relic—forgotten by everyone but the island itself.
By Rendy Bagus10 months ago in Fiction
