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The Amber Spires: Part Two
I sat on a small rickety stool outside the wide oak door that led into the dull interior of the taskmasters’ quarters, this was becoming a far too familiar scenario. Two weeks ago, it was a brawl outside an abandoned fuel station over a case of expired cans of vegetables that got overlooked during the last rounds of looting and rioting, and the week before that a precinct six blocks over burnt to the ground. Quelling riots before they ever happened became our duty, weather it was some strategy come down from the brains up top or the fight in the people had just died out none of us knew.
By Brier8 days ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY. Content Warning.
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By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 days ago in Fiction
The Last Signal . AI-Generated.
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By Michael Tomasetta9 days ago in Fiction
The Cost of Existing
I sat groaning at the table by Vinny's breakfast shop. I normally loved this place because of the great view. Unlike many of the full-on restaurants on the promenade that held expansive views of the stars all around us, Vinny's faced inward and let me look over the entirety of the workings of K-Rax, and I loved it.
By Alicia Anspaugh9 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brier9 days ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin10 days ago in Fiction
THE STARLINER PROTOCOL: NASA’S "TYPE A" CONFESSION AND THE 311-PAGE COVER-UP
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By Wellova 11 days ago in Fiction
Before the Sun Arrived
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By Flower InBloom12 days ago in Fiction
The Day the Internet Went Silent
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By Marie Kromah12 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 InBloom12 days ago in Fiction
So the World Ended... Now What? A Beginner’s Guide to Apocalyptic Survival. AI-Generated.
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By bob singh12 days ago in Fiction
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Bonzai Dinewell zoomed into the living room with a bag full of goodies. He kicked off his electric boots and collapsed onto the sofa beside his android dog, Fletch, who had been upcycled from old watering cans. His partner of many years, Comet, glanced up from his tablet and eyed the records sticking out of the bag.
By Chloe Gilholy13 days ago in Fiction