Microfiction
Whispers of the Earth: A Symphony of Hope and Renewal. Content Warning.
In the year 2250, Earth stood at the brink of irreversible change. Centuries of industrialization and disregard for the environment had taken their toll. The air was thick with pollution, and once-glistening rivers were now murky and lifeless. The Earth, our home, was in peril. Yet, amid the despair, a flicker of hope remained.
By Paula Roza Pricop2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Manik is barely 18 years old and has had the burden of exams on his shoulders for the past few weeks, which finally lifted. It's a beautiful afternoon, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the city. Their final exams are just over and the stress is behind them. Manik and his three close friends decide to celebrate with a leisurely walk through their distant bustling town.
By Thowhid Miah2 years ago in Fiction
Artificial intelligence
The widely used artificial intelligence platform Chat GPT, developed by Open AI, has introduced new capabilities that enable it to respond to spoken words and images. This has raised concerns among some experts who worry that the application could infringe upon privacy rights.
By Mtr Sabbir2 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Daisy Wick. Content Warning.
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: Woof, woof! I really like my new home. My new owner seems sad. I think it's something to do with someone called Helen. I don't know much about humans, but he seems to be very overcome with sadness, grief and a lot of darkness. I will be the light of his life. I need to do something to help him, that's for sure.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Seasonal Sacrifice
She dawns a dress. Not her first; perhaps her last. Thoughtless innocence to this evenings events. Nothing new and anticipatory, even still her feign surprise sells the rooms attendees. Their fee is compensated, hypnosis, succumbing to adrenaline drowning their sense. Dilation - Mutation. Victims of her infecting essence. Existence thereafter damnation, longing for emancipation of breath. Painting every step in colbolt, luring dissipated fools. Singular casualties signal only the final act. Presently masses crawl to execution, by her convey. One by one, offerings nourish the ground soaking primeval layers. A frigid sigh leaves her lungs, caressing parted lips. Flames ignite her veins, ablaze the freeze, life shattering the silence. Bare beauty drifts freely but not without a price to pay.
By Blondie Willett2 years ago in Fiction
Never. Content Warning.
The Prompt Convey a deep conversation between two individuals without uttering a single word aloud. Never The radio was playing but it was on so low that they couldn't hear the song that was playing. Maybe it was worth listening to, maybe not. Then it finished and the DJ said a few words over the intro to the next song.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
