Mystery
Craft a vivid, magical world
In the realm of Cybersylva, where iridescent forests of luminescent trees sway in a perpetual twilight, lies the heart of digital enchantment: the Glade of Algothia. Here, amidst the delicate hum of crystalline streams and the gentle glow of floating orbs, Keeper, the ingenious tax software, holds sway.
By Things To Make ✨ AI TOOLS2 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Gardeners
In the village of Willowbrook, nestled between ancient oaks and moss-covered stones, there thrived a legend whispered only in the still of night. It was a tale of mystique and wonder, of a secret known to a chosen few. They were called the Midnight Gardeners, keepers of an enchanted garden that bloomed under the shroud of moonlight.
By S.m. Tanjil2 years ago in Fiction
Chat GPT and Humanity
Long ago, in a world not so different from ours, humanity was constantly searching for technological advancements that would propel progress and improve the quality of life. In this scenario of incessant innovation, a revolution emerged that would forever change the way people communicated, learned, and lived. It was the era of Chat GPT, an advanced artificial intelligence that became the starting point for a journey of evolution and challenges.
By Alfred Gizati2 years ago in Fiction
Twin Flame
In the five mystical realm of fantastical wonders, where dreams intertwine with reality,tells the tale of a majestic Phoenix, a mythical creature whose fiery wings spanned across the horizon. The Phoenix possessed an eternal flame that danced with vibrant hues, symbolizing rebirth and transformation. With every cycle of life and death, it rose from the ashes, embodying the essence of resilience.
By RICHARDS DIVINE💜🌸2 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Against Herself
Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I could not recognize. This girl staring back at me - she wasn't different at all. She was me. She was actually me. Yet, she wasn't. Staring back at me was the shell of what I once was, but the emotions she carried inside of her- that's where we divided. She was the shell of what once was. What could've been. Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I destroyed a long time ago. Someone whom I must say goodbye.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
There's A Stranger Here...
There's A Stranger Here… God, my leg is killing me and the cold from this rain isn't helping any. I just arrived at the fair but there is hardly a soul here. All I can see is very few stragglers, homeless folks from the looks of it, trying to keep out of the rain. I have to know. I approached the homeless and presented the photo of the woman to them, asking them if they've seen her. No such luck so far.
By Michael Hawkins2 years ago in Fiction
