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The following correspondence log has been submitted into evidence as Exhibit 57A in the case United States vs. Manuel Ken Riley. This document is a transcript of correspondence that allegedly took place between the defendant (User54) and Artificial Intelligence Defense Asset (AIDA) No. 7, alias "Matilda." Information herein has been cleared by the Department of Justice to be released to any judges, attorneys, plaintiffs, defendants, and jurors involved with the case. Any distribution beyond these individuals constitutes felony espionage and will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of federal law. Highly sensitive information has been redacted. Transcript begins below.
By Zachary Warrenabout a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Veil
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Beyond the threshold lay the unknown, an emptiness rumored to swallow reason and reality whole. In a meticulously crafted life, woven with seamless illusion, Marta was surrounded by familiar comforts, but the hum of something off-key embedded itself into her consciousness.
By Sue Anne Kariukiabout a year ago in Fiction
Companion of the Lonely Way
Maya has always been drawn to peaceful settings with just the occasional flutter of leaves and the whispering of the wind. That nightfall, the sun was already lowering, leaving deep shadows on the ground as she meandered along a tiny, empty route leading to an ancient village. With every stride, the route seemed to go on forever into the encroaching darkness, and the air grew colder.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Mischievous Classroom
It's a rainy day. Jhinuk stepped out of her home knowing that she was going to get drenched in the rain on the way to her school. As a part of her regular routine, as a school teacher, she had a cup of hot tea with some biscuits and started for her school. She cycles every day towards the ferry ghat where she crosses the river and takes a bus to her school. The day was a little bit different, water logging in the streets delayed her daily routine followed by the irregular movement of ferries and buses. Still, she reached her destination by 07:30 am. The start of the day showed her a trailer of how her day was going to end. The day kicked off very badly as the biometrics of her school didn't work and all the teachers had to show up without knowing if their attendance would be noted.
By Rohan Dasguptaabout a year ago in Fiction
Crowley's End
I laughed under streetlights with Gaz, Brett, and Simon. I was brave. Cocky even. Not now. I shiver. The handle of my bucket is greasy with palm-sweat. No streetlights this far out. My friends are tucked safe in that warm orange glow, egging me on. I can't hear their shouts anymore.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Soul Stealers. Content Warning.
The midnight moon disappeared behind the storm clouds brewing on the horizon, and I wanted to settle my tired bones into my bed before the torrential rains swept across the valley. As I peddled my bike toward my uncle's estate, I felt a shift in the night air.
By Ghulam Abbasabout a year ago in Fiction
Mark. Content Warning.
It was made up of peaks and troughs, his life. But mainly troughs. Like the ones used to feed pigs: messy; giving off a stink. He wondered what it would have been like if he'd been born to someone else, but then, he supposed then he wouldn't be him. Mark wasn't a deep thinker but he recognised thinking about what could have been didn't do any good.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
HE DID IT
The small town of Eldridge had always been shrouded in mystery, but nothing compared to the chilling events that unfolded on the night of the Harvest Moon. The townsfolk whispered of the old Whitaker house, a decaying structure at the edge of town, long abandoned and rumored to be haunted. Most avoided it, but for a group of adventurous teens, it became the ultimate dare.
By Chinaza Adline about a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Presence
At the edge of the woods, the ancient cottage stood by itself, encircled by overgrown shrubs and long grasses that, when the wind picked up, murmured secrets. Mira's grandma had inexplicably died a few months prior, leaving her with the cottage.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Beaten by a Girl
The boys moved like a pack but Laney was sure of step, and danced away from them, laughing gaily and giggling every time she thwarted them. She was like an ethereal spirit, weaving, seemingly made of something other, the boys' fingers never grazing her, even though their grubby nails came close, so close...
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Fiction
Once upon a time, there was a young wanderer named Aria, who lived in a quiet village nestled between mountains. Every morning, as the sun rose, she would sit by the riverbank, watching the first light touch the earth. To her, the sun wasn’t just a source of warmth; it was a companion. She believed the sun held a deeper connection with her spirit, whispering secrets of life, love, and purpose.
By Johnkliwon about a year ago in Fiction
Soul Stealers. Top Story - October 2024.
The midnight moon disappeared behind the storm clouds brewing on the horizon, and I wanted to settle my tired bones into my bed before the torrential rains swept across the valley. As I peddled my bike toward my uncle's estate, I felt a shift in the night air.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Fiction