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I Married a Ghost. Last Night, He Served Me Divorce Papers. AI-Generated.
The divorce papers appeared at 3:07 AM. One moment: empty pillow. Next moment: parchment thick as graveyard soil, smelling of bergamot and decay. Ink the color of dried blood spelled out *Silas Alistair Thorne v. Elara June Finch*. A wax seal pulsed with cold blue light.
By Wondermind7 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Bargain: When My Brother's Voice Cracked a Decade of Silence. AI-Generated.
3:17 AM The phone’s vibration drilled into the silence like a bone saw. I fumbled blindly, squinting at the screen. The name flashing there—*Jake*—felt like a ghost punching me in the throat. Ten years. Three thousand six hundred fifty days of radio silence. And now this. 3 AM. The hour of emergencies and drunks.
By Wondermind7 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waits at the Edge of the Fog
1. The Arrival Elena had seen the house in her dreams long before she ever found it. It sat quietly at the edge of a fading forest, shrouded in fog that moved like breath across the hills. Windows like closed eyes. A door like a secret no one wanted to tell.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Fiction
The Ministry of Distraction Did Its Job Well
I. Please Enjoy Responsibly They told us to live in the moment. And so we did. We streamed it. Filtered it. Monetized it. We became our own commercials. Our lives were montages, chopped and set to lo-fi beats. Every breath, curated. Every silence, scored.
By Alain SUPPINI7 months ago in Fiction
Return of the King
Great literature gives meaning to humanity, it adds a deeper significance to the actions people take. This was the principle he had in his mind, as he immersed himself in writing The Art of the Steal, the long overdue sequel to his best-selling The Art of the Deal. When the day arrived, Mar-a-Lago hosted its launch, glamorous, with shrimp towers ten feet high and an ice sculpture with his signature thumbs-up, glistening in the crowd gathered under the bright Florida sun.
By Scott Christenson🌴7 months ago in Fiction
A Child’s Dream of Mars. AI-Generated.
1. The Boy Who Watched the Sky In a small, crowded city, nestled between concrete towers and tangled wires, lived a boy named Aasim. At just twelve years old, he had one peculiar habit—every evening after school, he would climb the stairs to the roof and just stare at the sky.
By Kaleem Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
Three Little Fools and the Big Bad Shareholder. Top Story - July 2025.
Once upon a time, there were three little fools. Not mean fools. Just... a bit naive. A little too hopeful. Overflowing with good intentions and degrees that no longer paid the rent. They had ideas, subscriptions to collaborative tools, and a shared desire to be free in a world run by blurry clients and clearer algorithms.
By Alain SUPPINI7 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Toaster Joined the Insurrection
I remember it clearly: it was 6:38 a.m. on a Thursday. I had just inserted two slices of crustless, semi-wholemeal industrial bread, with vague plans to smear them with omega-3 enriched margarine. The toaster, however, had other ideas.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Fiction
We All Drank Tea While The Cannibals Came
So everyone was drinking tea. That’s how it started. The lights were warm, the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and mother’s milk, and the apartment (floor seventeen of a twenty-five-story building in the only neighborhood in Seattle where the rats had unionized) felt perfectly safe. There was a baby. There was a father. There was a mother. There were still walls and power and hot water. And then the TV screamed.
By Paper Lantern8 months ago in Fiction
