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Always Asleep. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I was drunk when I decided to do it. Not tipsy, not philosophical — drunk. The kind of drunk that makes your hands itch and your morals go quiet. One fist clutched a bottle, the other gripped the shotgun. I stumbled down the block, boots clapping the pavement like punctuation marks.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
I Found an Old Photo Album. Every Picture Was of Me With People I’ve Never Met.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It was wedged between dusty cookbooks in the back of a cabinet I didn’t remember using. A thick leather-bound 4" x 6" photo album, edges worn, spine cracked.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
The Roar and the Whisper
The Roar That Ruled "eep in the heart of the forest where sunlight cracked through tangled canopies and shadows held secrets, ruled the mighty lion, Ragnar. His mane was like flame, his roar like thunder, and no creature dared question his rule. He hunted when he pleased, roamed where he chose, and took what he wanted.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction










