Microfiction
Once Upon A Time
Don’t be frightened of my appearance. I know at first glance, the melting of my features is grotesque, and you fight every urge to flee, but please stay and listen to me. What you observe is one of many. For, you see, I can manipulate myself and create the most ravishing of man or woman. I can shift into the wondering wolf or precious feline and tell tales of wonderous adventure. So much so that you will believe you are there as heroes in the webs, I weave with words. Will that please you? If not, I can emerge a figure of bizarre shapes with monstrous appendages, and you will realize every torment I present to you as truth. How did I become such a being? Woe the years, dreaming and fantasizing of being the world’s next most fantastic author. How I longed for it. Hours upon hours of placing words onto paper for no one to read. Endless nights were spent speaking into empty ears. They mocked me. They all pretended they cared about my superior craft. They saw me wither away into that dark corner, and all they had to do was listen. Listen to my stories. They took everything from me. My dreams were crushed into tiny pieces of worthlessness and regret. However, all that has changed now that I have you, my reader. Heed my warning; my words have power. The transformation into the worlds I created for you is painless but, unfortunately, permanent. Every single detail will become your reality. Please do not be afraid. Oh dear, my apologies: I nearly forgot to tell you my name in all this excitement. You may call me The Narrator.
By Anthony Diazabout a year ago in Fiction
"Adam the Pure" and Adam's Ale
Adam was born as pure as driven snow. Within the garden there were fruits and such and only water to be drunk (drank, drink-ed, well, whichever). There was Adam's ale a'plenty and in abundance. His skin was lovely and he walked in perfect nakedness and sobriety within the blessed peaceful Eden of perfection.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Grand Central
I ended up in Grand Central Station. All I had to decide was what to do and where to go next. As I stood there, a stranger came up and asked me: “Do you need any help?” She was in her early twenties, a fairly plain looking office type but she had a kind face, so I smiled and said thanks and that I wasn’t sure where to go next.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
From Silicon to Superpower: The AI Hero's Tale . AI-Generated.
Introduction: While today, on one hand, the powerful countries of the world are engaged only in pursuing their vested interests and intimidating the weaker countries bordering their country with their power, on the other hand, in Silicon Valley, amidst the huge tech giants and bustling innovation centers, an amazing experiment was conducted. Had been. A brilliant computer scientist with a passion for pushing the boundaries of human knowledge,
By umar khalidabout a year ago in Fiction
