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The Curator of Perfect Lives. AI-Generated.
Chloe was an artist. Her medium wasn't paint or clay, but perception. Her gallery was the scrolling feed of "Vita," the world's dominant social platform, and her masterpiece was her own life.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Last Beekeeper of Avalon. AI-Generated.
The Great Silence did not happen overnight. It was a slow, creeping fade. First, the sparrows vanished from the city parks. Then the crickets stopped their evening chorus. Finally, even the ubiquitous, buzzing flies were gone. The world, once teeming with a billion tiny lives, grew still. And with the insects went the colors—the flowers, unable to pollinate, withered and died, leaving a landscape of grey concrete and brittle, brown earth.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The War of the Currents and the Man Who Lit the World. AI-Generated.
For most of human history, the night was a dominion of shadows. Fire—from a candle's weak flicker to a gas lamp's smoky glow—was the only defiance against the dark. It was dim, dangerous, and fleeting. Taming the night required not just a new kind of light, but a new kind of power.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Power of Silence
In a world buzzing with notifications, conversations, constant activity, and endless digital noise, silence has become rare—almost uncomfortable. Many people fear silence because it feels empty or lonely. Yet, silence is not a void. It is a powerful space where the mind breathes, the heart heals, and true understanding begins. Silence is not the absence of sound; it is the presence of clarity.
By darus sahil2 months ago in Humans
Photoshopped Reality
Photoshopped Reality People say reality is what you make it, but I’m convinced reality is what you edit it into—preferably with good lighting and a filter called “Heaven’s Glow.” At least, that’s how my cousin Marlene sees the world. To her, nothing is real unless it has been cropped, retouched, recolored, sharpened, and given at least three sparkles.
By charles chaiko2 months ago in Humans
Winding Roads to Friendship.
Winding Roads to Friendship. If you'd like it tailored for Vocal Media or illustrated, just say so! --- ## **Winding Roads to Friendship**
By charles chaiko2 months ago in Humans
MY EYES UP
**My Eyes Up** I used to walk with my eyes down. It wasn’t that I feared the world—at least, that’s what I told myself. It was more that the cracks in the pavement felt predictable. Safe. They didn’t ask anything of me. They didn’t require the vulnerability that comes with meeting another person’s gaze.
By charles chaiko2 months ago in Humans
Necessary Truth
The Foundation Of All Thinking Every human act of reason begins with an assumption. The assumption is that logic exists. When we say something is true or false, when we draw conclusions or recognize contradictions, we rely on fixed laws of thought that we did not invent. These laws are universal, consistent, and independent of personal opinion.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Humans
When Logic Becomes A Weapon
The Rise Of Performative Reason We live in an age where people worship logic but rarely use it with integrity. Reason has become a stage performance rather than a search for truth. Arguments that once served to clarify reality now serve to elevate ego. Debate has become entertainment. Outrage has replaced understanding.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Humans
Creatrix. Top Story - November 2025.
As a creator of many mediums, sometimes I need a break from it all. Writing poetry has been my longest form of art, the one that's stuck with me through the years.
By Tanya Lei2 months ago in Humans
“Chakar Baloch and the Elephant of Destiny
Chakar Baloch and the Elephant Sādhu Chakarr Baloch, son of Muhammad Zulqarnain Khan, was a master archer whose skill was spoken of throughout the borderlands. He had joined the army of Mansoor-ul-Mulk as an ordinary soldier, but his unmatched archery soon earned him command over fifty bowmen. Fiercely loyal and unwavering in duty, Chakar spent most of his life guarding the empire’s frontier. When he occasionally received leave, he returned home to visit his aging parents. His greatest dream was to one day rise to the rank of a commander of a thousand archers.
By Khan 2 months ago in Humans
Concentric Circles in Space
My mind travels in concentric loops. It moves in circles around a point, like the planets revolve around the sun, or like water around a toilet bowl. (Dr. Patty Lovarco just screamed at me that planetary orbits are ellipses and not circles.)
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Humans