Antoni De'Leon
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Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
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The sky is missing.
The sky went missing on a Thursday. No, the sky did not fall, neither did it just darken ~~~ it actually went missing. A clean, blank absence where blue should have been, like someone had peeled it off and forgotten to put it back. The sun still shone from somewhere, though no one could point to where... Shadows appeared without a source. Birds flew in neat formations across nothing at all.
By Antoni De'Leonabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Joy, Happiness and Love...JHL Cluster.
The acronym JHL can have multiple meanings depending on the context. In the context of hierarchical clustering, it refers to algorithms used to build a dendrogram (a diagram representing a tree graph) of nested clusters. JHL is associated with specific statistics that measure performance. Additionally, JHL can stand for various terms across different fields, indicating its versatility as an acronym.
By Antoni De'Leon6 days ago in Humans
Visiobibliophobia.
Gerad sits with his phone face‑down, though the screen keeps lighting up beneath it - a pulse he refuses to acknowledge. The apps are arranged in neat rows- bright squares, soft gradients, tiny promises of connection - but to him they feel like doors that open only onto rooms full of people already speaking fluently in a language he never learned.
By Antoni De'Leon8 days ago in Humans
The Screw again turns.
A gnarled tree stands sentinel in the foreground, its bark pierced by old, rusted screws - they are memories embedded in its flesh. From one twisted branch hangs a solitary lantern, casting a warm, flickering glow that barely touches the creeping shadows. In the distance, the haunted mansion looms, its windows dimly lit, surrounded by skeletal trees and swirling mist.
By Antoni De'Leon22 days ago in Fiction
A Friar's Secret.
Beneath the crumbling stones of an ancient convent lies a chamber the church had conveniently forgotten...sealed behind walls of prayer and silence. For many years it existed, quietly gathering cobwebs and keeping its secrets. But one soul had rediscovered this vault of treasure, this place which had once been transformed into a lair of pilfered opulence - an intoxicating blend of sanctity and decadence.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a month ago in Fiction
