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A Deadly Chase in the Forest. AI-Generated.
The forest was divided into two very different worlds. On one side, tall green trees stood close together, their leaves forming a thick roof that blocked much of the sunlight. Birds moved quietly between branches, and the air smelled fresh and alive. On the other side, the land was dry and cracked, covered with dust and broken branches. The trees there were fewer, and the ground looked tired, as if it had not seen rain for a very long time.
By Bilal Mohammadi20 days ago in Fiction
The 12-Minute Interview
Minute 1 INTERVIEWER: State your name for the record. WITNESS: I already did. INTERVIEWER: State it again. WITNESS: Mara.
By Alexandria Hypatia20 days ago in Fiction
What You Lack is Trust. Content Warning.
"I can do anything!" "Ok. Break this wall with the power of your thoughts." "Not that kind of anything." "We seem to have a different understanding of what anything means."
By Paul Fingl22 days ago in Fiction
The Voice Inside My Head.
“Try the oysters, they flew them in this morning.” “Everything here flies in, doesn’t it?” “You finally made it, you know.”
By Test26 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan27 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan27 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan27 days ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan27 days ago in Fiction
Chat GPT, Deepfakes, and AI Ethics: How Artificial Intelligence Is Changing the Face of Reality
Chat GPT, Deepfakes, and AI Ethics: How Artificial Intelligence Is Changing the Face of Reality A critical threshold has been crossed by artificial intelligence. It is starting to influence our perceptions of truth, creativity, and even reality itself, rather than merely speeding up our work or automating repetitive tasks. AI is compelling society to reconsider ethics, accountability, and the direction of technology, from Chat GPT providing complex answers in a matter of seconds to deepfakes that blur the distinction between real and artificial.
By Farida Kabir27 days ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 27 days ago in Fiction
Just one. Content Warning.
"You know I've waited my whole life to just have one conversation with you? That might sound like a long time to wait for a conversation"
By Jen Phillips29 days ago in Fiction
Peanut Butter Sandwiches
“I know that there was a big church here?” “Used to be?” “Yes, used to be, before…” “Yea, before… come on let’s keep moving, it’s starting to get dark.”
By Raine Fielder29 days ago in Fiction