Psychological
The Neurodivergent Chronicles of XR-7...The first Robot.
Click-click-whir-click-click.......Neurodivergent - brain functioning differently from what is considered typical or 'normal'...natural variations in how the development of machines and robotics have advanced since the beginning...since the idea of creation...the secrets which only the gods or God, have kept hidden from their human offspring.......Click-click-whir-click-click.
By Novel Allen26 days ago in Fiction
5 Biggest AI Fears: Which Are Sci-Fi, and Which Are Real?
Artificial Intelligence has rapidly moved from research labs into everyday life. From voice assistants and recommendation engines to self-driving prototypes and medical diagnostics, AI now shapes how we work, communicate, and make decisions. Yet as the technology grows more powerful, so do the fears surrounding it.
By Mind Meets Machine26 days ago in Fiction
Mrs. Keene's Garden
Mrs. Keene’s garden bloomed brighter than any patch of earth had a right to in a place like this. Half of the town’s houses leaned on rotting stilts, paint stripped to pale boards. But behind her fence, neat rows of beautiful flowers stood tall and heavy-headed, their petals a strange mix of colours the neighbours whispered about. Crimson that bled to black. Yellow with streaks of green veins. White so pale it seemed to glow in the dusk.
By Steph Marie26 days ago in Fiction
The Proposal . Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge. Content Warning.
“There’s something I’ve been w-w-wanting to ask you for a v-very long time.” He drops to one knee and gazes up at her— the crack of half-smile on his lips and the threat of a tear in his eye.
By Sam Spinelli26 days ago in Fiction
charlotte. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
“Did you hear?” It was the first thing one of her coworkers asked her that morning as she arrived at the office. “Hmm?” It was unusual that the other woman sought her out at work. There was either good news or bad.
By Esmoore Shurpit26 days ago in Fiction
The Orchard Doctrine. Honorable Mention in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
Lane’s mother had told her that there were things in a marriage that a woman just did. She instructed that they do so with “no fuss. No ma’am, not even a little.” She described how they were expected to behave at all times. Her ma’ had given plenty of advice, but she never instructed her on this.
By Nikki Torino Wagner26 days ago in Fiction
Sumimasen, Silent Rules
In Japan, unspoken rules guide every action. No one explains them, but everyone instinctively follows. "Sumimasen" is a Japanese word often used to say “excuse me,” “sorry,” or to politely get someone’s attention. It hints at the Japanese cultural focus on politeness and consideration for others.
By Lori A. A.27 days ago in Fiction
On February Seventeenth, Look Up To The Sky
On February Seventeenth, Look Up To The Sky On the seventeenth of February there will be a change in the light.They are calling it an annular solar eclipse, the Ring of Fire. The Moon will pass in front of the Sun, not large enough to cover it completely. There will be no full darkness. Just a bright circle left burning in the sky. I will stand in the field at the edge of town when it begins.
By George’s Girl 2026 27 days ago in Fiction
The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories27 days ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories27 days ago in Fiction
