Horror
“An Apple a day..”
No one could remember when the apples became part of daily life. They began appearing in office kitchens, arranged neatly in bowls beside the coffee machines as though they had always belonged there. Someone must have brought them in, but no one claimed responsibility. It felt like a harmless health trend, another small correction in a culture that was always trying to improve itself.
By Natasha Collazo6 days ago in Fiction
Endless Memories
Based on the Endless Memories Server for Endless Online Chapter One – Tutorial Island In the beginning Merlina had been skeptical of playing a virtual reality version of her favorite mmorpg Endless Memories, but as she created her character she compared how the different hair styles actually felt. This simulation was made to be realistic. Players could feel, taste and smell their way through the whole game. She picked a long hair style and made her hair purple. The bedroom she spawned in when she signed in seemed comfortable. There was a chest she spotted as soon as she signed in. Opening the wooden container she found a dagger. She was completely naked except for underwear and a bra. There was no option to take the bra or underwear off. Of coarse. What kind of admin would want players streaking everywhere you might ask? Ahem. Well that was enough of that idea Merlina thought as she remembered something she'd perhaps not want to mention in this story. She passed by a bathroom and pondered on the fact that she wouldn't have to use it while playing this game since she they put all players in an underwater virtual reality chamber to make the game work properly. She wasn't sure how it all worked, because they put her to sleep to hook her body up properly to the artificial intelligence. Players had to make it to level thirty before they would be allowed to logout. They did explain that as she signed the agreement, but she thought nothing of it since she had made it to level thirty before. How hard could it be right?
By Eris Willow6 days ago in Fiction
The Baby in the Break Room
At 9:00 a.m., the siren sang its polite two notes—ding, ding—and the building returned its practiced silence. Mara set her mug on the corner of her desk where the ring stain had been carefully outlined with a thin strip of tape. She’d done it on her first day, back when she thought it mattered.
By Flower InBloom6 days ago in Fiction
Made for Love. Content Warning.
2086 — Tokiton, Eurasia. I open my eyes for the very first time. I take a look around. I can assume I am at a laboratory — pale white walls, big screens emitting blue light while displaying codes all over, at least five holo-boards with calculations written on them. And many, many silvery robot arms like a spider queen hovering above my face. What's a spider?
By Carolina Drouven9 days ago in Fiction
