Psychological
A House With No Doors
Most houses had doors. It was the first rule of the town of Windvale: “Every home must have a front door, a back door, and locks on both.” The grown-ups said it was for safety. The teachers said it was tradition. And the children—well, they never questioned it.
By Rahul Sanaodwala10 months ago in Fiction
OpenAI Flex API in 2025: A Game-Changer for Budget-Friendly AI Usage
If you’ve been looking for ways to reduce your AI infrastructure costs without sacrificing too much performance, you’ll want to pay attention to OpenAI’s latest breakthrough in 2025—the Flex API. Designed for low-priority, high-volume AI tasks, this flexible pricing tier is ushering in a new era of smart, cost-efficient model deployment.
By Sakibul Islam Sakib10 months ago in Fiction
Portal to Nowhere
Amanda and her friends, Abbie and Stone, were bundled up tight in front of the roaring fire. Above the fireplace sat a big flat screen television which was currently playing a slasher movie. As the villian cut into its latest victim one of the girls’ phones buzzed. Stone got dirty looks from the other girls as she pulled her phone out. After a few swipes and some clicking as she sent a text message, she looked at her friends.
By Colt Henderson10 months ago in Fiction
The Clock That Stopped at Midnight
It was a stormy Tuesday when Leo’s grandmother died. She had been his last family—his rock, his warmth, his bedtime stories, and the only person who believed in magic. Everyone else called her “eccentric.” Leo called her home.
By Rahul Sanaodwala10 months ago in Fiction
Hope Grows in Silence
No one knew where she came from. The first time anyone saw her, she was sitting alone on the steps of the broken chapel, wrapped in a wool blanket that had once been white. Her hair was matted, her eyes wide with quiet sadness. She didn’t cry. She didn’t speak.
By Rahul Sanaodwala10 months ago in Fiction
Peter Krause
Peter Krause was a quiet boy who lived in a small town near the mountains. He was fifteen years old, tall for his age, and always wore the same old blue jacket. He didn’t have many friends, not because he was mean or rude, but because he was shy. He liked to sit alone under the big oak tree near the school and read books about animals, the stars, and places he had never seen.
By Tahir khan10 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Bloom
In a world where the smell of flowers has been forgotten, where no one talks about nature anymore, only focusing on technology and abandoning its surroundings—a world tossed aside by its inhabitants—there is a lady who remembers the little details.
By Gift Abotsi 10 months ago in Fiction
The Way Out Is Through
Adam and Eve on the International Space Station. A pure coincidence, of course, that they should have been so named, but that didn’t stop the media from their home countries exploiting this bit of synchronicity to make out the “new frontier” as the next Garden of Eden.
By C. Rommial Butler10 months ago in Fiction
We Are Coining It. Content Warning.
Them: "Me and a few others have found this great AI story generator and it is guaranteed untraceable. We can generate hundreds of stories a day with no effort at all. We're going to use it to generate puzzle books to sell on Amazon as well as getting lots of Top stories on the Platform" Me: "Tell me you are joking, I thought you were a creative writer, not a cheat" Them: "We're already doing it, we have had ten Top Stories this month, and we have bots that go through new stories and comment on them, so we are coining it there as well because the Platform rewards commenting. We have other bots that comment on our stories using Platform Ids so we make a lot from that as well" Me: "You disgust me, while I think they will eventually suss you out, I am going to tell them now" Them: "You have no proof, they won't believe you, and we are respected creators, The Platform even eulogised us in a podcast, so they will take our side" Me: "I have this message, I can forward the lot on" Them: "We'll just say you faked it, and as well as that, we will forward the one we made about you, how you abuse others and cheat the system, you will be lucky to be just banned from the Platform, we could get the police involved" Me: "You are disgusting, you're not even making that much from this just ruining it for everyone else. Eventually, they will spot you even if I stay silent" Them: "They won't, they're too busy keeping the Platform afloat. If we think they might be on to us, we hit them with a Denial of Service attack, so they have to put extra effort in. If someone is trying to keep their boat afloat, a couple of holes below the waterline, always keep the crew busy" Me: "If I ever see you in person, you will pay for this" Them: "Sure, oh, by the way, we have sent that email about your cheating and abuse to a few Platform creators, so you will be losing readers, and if we even think you have shared this with anyone, we won't hold back.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Fiction
