Mystery

How I Made CHAT GPT
I still remember the day I first heard about GPT-3, the massive language model that had taken the AI world by storm. It was the most advanced AI system that had ever been created, with the ability to write coherent and convincing articles, answer questions with near-human accuracy, and even generate its own creative writing.
By Karun 3 years ago in Fiction
the strange PLANET
In the year 2065, a group of astronauts embarked on a mission to explore a distant planet that was believed to hold the key to saving Earth from destruction. The planet was discovered by a team of scientists who had analyzed data from a mysterious signal that had been detected by telescopes on Earth.
By LEONIDAS3 years ago in Fiction
The Empty Nesters
Timothy and Mildred McGrew were living their life anew. Their children had flown the nest, beginning adulthood. The McGrews were not worried, as they had plenty to do.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom Admirer
Title 1: The Enigmatic Love Letters Title 2: Letters from a Stranger Title 3: Love in the Shadows Title 4: The Phantom Admirer
By Iqra M3 years ago in Fiction
Title
I can’t think of a name, subtitle or subject for this story. What should I call it? What should it be about? Should it be fiction or fantasy? A mystery perhaps? Something for the humanity section? Oh I can’t decide. What do I do. This is the worst case of writers block I’ve ever had. Should I make it a story about a bank robber? An archiologist who thinks everything belongs in a museum? Or maybe a detective on the brink of solving a major crime? I just don’t know, I’m out of ideas. This stinks! This really stinks!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Love Potions and Deceptions
Sophie had been feeling hopeless in love. She had been single for a long time, and no one seemed to interest her until she met Nathan. Nathan was charming, witty, and had a smile that made her heart skip a beat.
By Iqra M3 years ago in Fiction
Lost - Alone
Darkness is complete. I feel eyes on me. Not Cold, not warm. Naked? A twig snapped - where? Who’s There? Silence. I fear! I love! I cannot lose you.
By Fred Looney3 years ago in Fiction
A Glimmer in the Shadows
The Serene Surface Chestnut Hill was a quaint suburb that existed in its own time capsule. Wrought-iron fences bordered the well-manicured gardens, and the houses, with their white picket fences, exuded a charm reminiscent of a Norman Rockwell painting. This picturesque neighborhood was home to the Davis family, and their house was a pristine example of suburban perfection.
By Tyler Rowe3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Train and the Lost Locket
The sun had set long ago, and the moon had risen to cast an eerie glow across the countryside. The whistle of the train echoed through the hills, as it made its way towards the small town of Blackwood. The passengers were settled in their seats, chatting amongst themselves or dozing off. The train was on schedule, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
Behind Closed Doors.
Unlocking the Secrets of Sealed Doors: The Mysteries of the Taj Mahal, Great Sphinx of Giza, Swami Temple, and First Emperor's Tomb
By Percy DANGNIHOUN 3 years ago in Fiction
The Crazy Cat Lady
Characters: Susan, a middle-aged woman known for her love of cats Jake, her new neighbor who's curious about her obsession
By dailyfeed3 years ago in Fiction
Inconvenience in Store
“Honey?” I mutter as I vagrantly waive my hand behind me, “What size are you in trousers?” There is no answer. Typical. I found a delightful pair of baby-blue linen trousers, perfect for the white linen button-up I found earlier, which I sent off with my husband to try on. I love shopping for men’s clothes, I find it much easier for some reason, though I do remember having a few lengthy discussions with men, including my husband, that say the opposite is true. Maybe everyone is just bored of what they’re used to. Anyway, although I’ve been married for five years and in that time have ‘forced’ my husband, like today, to let me shop for him, I can still never remember his size.
By L.Clabrough3 years ago in Fiction