Fantasy
Beginner's Luck: Growth 2
On their way to the beach, they stopped and interacted with the non-sentients in the village. After a brief exchange between the Librarian, the four of them happily gathered some tools, a collapsible work bench, and some provisions before hurrying off to the clearing. Fluke looked up into the sky and noticed that despite him already having eaten lunch it wasn't quite mid-day. Even with more than half a day's worth of daylight he had no idea how they would be able to process the wood and finish a house. Perhaps it was another part of the magic of living in a rift world.
By Everett Scaife10 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth
Both the Librarian and Fluke spent the rest of their lunch break manipulating their resonance. By barrowing Fluke's emblem Insight, the Librarian made steady progress and managed to gain an even envelope around himself. Fluke found that after resting and digesting, there was an interesting change to the attributes listed in his mask. Before exhausting himself his read out had said:
By Everett Scaife10 days ago in Fiction
AI Interrupted
Kristin loves AI. Ever since AI became a thing, she has been on the phone or using it on her laptop, uploading photos and stories to her social media. It’s like it was made for her. It’s brilliant and perfect in her eyes. She can escape the daily grind of high school and other trivial matters thanks to AI. She spends her days creating things like an image of a goat eating at a diner with a monkey as a waiter. She proudly shows it to all her friends. Her friends seem to love the wild ideas she comes up with. They even insert their own ideas at times. Anytime there’s a new assignment due, she is thrilled because it’s an excuse to improve her AI technique.
By Meredith McLarty11 days ago in Fiction
The Warrior Who Forgot Victory. AI-Generated.
The soldier did not know his name. He knew this was not always the case. Somewhere in the architecture of his mind there existed a room where his name had once lived — a room he could locate by feel, the way you know where furniture stands in a dark house — but the room was empty now, swept clean, and had been for longer than he could calculate, because calculating required memory and memory was precisely what he was running out of.
By Cordelia Vance11 days ago in Fiction
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day Truth is, no one can point to one single moment and say, this is exactly where it began. The strongest story goes back to the 1500s, when France changed its calendar. The new year used to be celebrated at the end of March, leading into April. Then it was officially moved to January 1st.Not everyone caught on. Some people kept celebrating in April, either because they did not know, or they refused to change. And others began to mock them. They would send them on pointless errands, give fake gifts, play tricks, and laugh, calling them fools. “April fools.”
By George’s Girl 2026 12 days ago in Fiction
He Saved a Genie… So Why Did It Try to Kill Him?
By(Haris Barki) Once upon a time a fisherman so old and so poor that he could scarcely manage to support his wife and three children. He went every day to fish very early, and each day he made a rule not to throw his nets more than four times. He started out one morning by moonlight and came to the sea-shore. He undressed and threw his nets, and as he was drawing them towards the bank he felt a great weight. He thought he had caught a large fish, and he felt very pleased. But a moment afterwards, seeing that instead of a fish he only had in his nets the carcase of an ass, he was much disappointed.
By Mariana Farias12 days ago in Fiction
The Goblin
Mr. Moore finished roll call and signaled to the bus driver to go. The bus started to move. Doug Barnes slipped on his head phones and turned on his Walkman. The year was 1998. He shut his eyes and got lost in the rock music playing in his ear phones. The bus hit a pothole and jostled everyone temporarily. Doug grumbled under his breath. If there was one thing Doug could not stand it was a long bus ride. This particular bus ride was going to last two hours.
By DJ Robbins12 days ago in Fiction
Merlina Magpie. AI-Generated.
Merlina Magpie did not sleep. This was not, in itself, unusual. Astronomy professors were not known for maintaining sensible hours, and Merlina had long ago abandoned any attempt at pretending otherwise. Still, there was a distinct difference between choosing not to sleep and finding that sleep would not come at all.
By Eris Willow12 days ago in Fiction
Merlina Magpie. AI-Generated.
Professor Merlina Magpie had always been particularly good at ignoring advice. This was not because she failed to hear it—quite the opposite. She listened very carefully, asked thoughtful questions, and even, on occasion, appeared to agree. It was simply that, once she had considered all the sensible warnings placed before her, she had an unfortunate habit of doing exactly what she pleased anyway.
By Eris Willow12 days ago in Fiction
