Stream of Consciousness

The Ghost That Wore My Lover’s Face
Sadly, this is a true story. She didn’t arrive in firelight or fanfare. She arrived in fragments. In falters. In fuck-me eyes and faltering breath.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy7 months ago in Fiction
The Eighth Day - Chapter 2: Gospel in Ink and Wax. Content Warning.
Chapter Two: Gospel in Ink and Wax Scene 1: Resurrection by Iron (They do not rebuild a machine. They resurrect a defiance smothered by centuries.)
By S.L. James7 months ago in Fiction
The Eighth Day - Chapter 1: The Ash Saint. Content Warning.
Chapter One: The Ash Saint Scene 1: The Arrival (Séraphin Delorme enters the monastery. The past ignites again.) They arrived in silence.
By S.L. James7 months ago in Fiction
Silent Storms Behind Her Eyes
The world saw Elena Moore as composed, intelligent, kind — the kind of woman who never raised her voice, never let a hair fall out of place, never lost her cool. She was the pillar in every room, the one friends leaned on during heartbreaks, the dependable colleague, the one who always “had it together.”
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Fiction
Power Belongs to the Silent
The World Before the Silence Before the Collapse, the world was deafening. Screens screamed for attention. Leaders barked commands. Citizens shouted opinions over one another, believing volume equaled truth. Every moment was broadcast, every act filtered, every silence filled. Even grief was performative, rage pre-recorded, and joy monetized.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Fiction
When Robots Dream
The idea of robots dreaming may sound like science fiction, but as artificial intelligence (AI) advances, questions about machine consciousness and the nature of AI experiences become increasingly relevant. What would it mean for a robot or AI system to "dream"? Can machines have subconscious processes, emotions, or even desires? Exploring these questions invites us to rethink what consciousness means—not only for humans but for the technology we create.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Became Two People
They say secrets always come out, but I never imagined the secret that would split me in two was hiding in a metal filing cabinet next to my mother’s coupons and old bank statements.
By Izazkhan7 months ago in Fiction
The Merit of Regret. Content Warning.
ACT I Before the curtains are drawn, the audience hears the resonances of birds, indistinct chatter from people, an airplane, and other café sounds outside—the background signage states, ‘North Boors Tea Room.’
By Curtis W. Jackson7 months ago in Fiction
Ghostly Happenings
It has been six days past six months since you died. Six days past six months since I came downstairs to find you lying frozen in your sleep. You were my best friend, my confidant, my grandma... In some ways, my everything.
By Mara Edwards7 months ago in Fiction
The Flying Chicken🐔. Content Warning.
One day, a man walked into a butcher shop carrying a freshly slaughtered chicken. He handed it to the butcher and said, “Hey bro, can you cut this chicken into pieces for me?”
By Usama7 months ago in Fiction
Reaching for You
Jumping into my car on a hot summer day in anticipation of meeting friends for an ice cream cone right down the road is one of those quinntesential teen moments that I've been looking forward to all schoolyear. It's a quick five minute drive down the street with only that one intersection to pass through. I've done it a million times now on my way to school, friends' houses, and the store for milk.
By Kristen Barenthaler7 months ago in Fiction
Exit is just a suggestion . Content Warning.
Trigger Warnings: Psychological distress, claustrophobia, existential dread. --- I remember the door was the first thing I noticed—its polished metal surface cold under my fingertips, its frame too narrow to be a real exit, and the faint hum of machinery beyond it. It was locked, but not in the way doors usually are. This was a door that whispered, You can leave… but why would you?
By E. hasan7 months ago in Fiction