Life
Problems in the water. AI-Generated.
He gradually moved to the passenger side door and pulled himself out, bearing the weight of two cruthes. He walked into the sliding doors looking up and half smiling, as if his efforts were being acknowledged. Then he sat down facing me awkwardly and introduced himself as Nathan - Nathan Eats. He was a pleasant, blonde, white guy in his early thirties and dressed in a calm medium blue shirt that matched his blue eyes.
By Kian Harper 6 months ago in Writers
The Day I Deleted My Perfect Life
Writer Name: Rafi Ullah It was a Wednesday afternoon, the kind of day that didn’t have a reason to be remembered. I was sitting in the corner of my favorite café, sipping an oat latte and scrolling through my phone like it was a lifeline. My thumb moved in automatic loops — Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, back to Instagram — a carousel of curated perfection.
By Rafi Ullah6 months ago in Writers
Artists Five Hundred Years Ago
Introduction This is short, and the reason for it will become clear. I saw this excellent meme from Doris Rose Art and think that if I don't publish anything, people will think I am dead, but they will just forget I exist.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Writers
The Youngest Voice in the Silence — How I Wrote 10 Books Before 18. AI-Generated.
When most teenagers are figuring out who they are, I was figuring out how to tell the world my story — and the stories of countless emotions that live inside us. By 18, I had authored 10 books, each carrying a part of me: my thoughts, my poetry, my reflections on peace, and my fascination with the beauty of silence.
By Malaika Nawaz6 months ago in Writers
The Mastermind Games: Season 03 Last Episode 03
Snow fell lightly as Isha and Rafiq made their way through the industrial outskirts of the city. The map Clara had unknowingly unlocked had guided them here—to the location of the last AI core. The final node.
By Engr. Mansoor Ahmad6 months ago in Writers
The Mastermind Games: Season 02 Episode 02
Descending the steel staircase beneath the Glass City, the players entered a sterile corridor glowing with cold blue light. It smelled of metal, antiseptic, and something faintly chemical—like memories burned into wire.
By Engr. Mansoor Ahmad6 months ago in Writers










