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Weekly Contest #315
Happy birthday, my love. Am I allowed to call you that anymore… to refer to you as if you’re still mine? Maybe, just maybe, that’s why it still hurts so badly. Maybe, that’s why it still feels like yesterday when I held you last… when you held me. I miss you. There’s a part of me that still wishes that night never happened. That it was a mistake. That the universe got it wrong. That you’ll come back, somehow, like you were never meant to leave. But I know that won’t miraculously be the case. Or at least I should know. After 10 years, I sho...
Weekly Contest #281
Chapter 1: An InvitationOn Christmas Eve, as snowflakes twirled gracefully against the glittering skyline of Hi-Town, Angel stood by the window of her creator's high-rise apartment. Her polished metallic surface reflected the twinkling city lights, but it was her synthetic, expressive eyes that held the most wonder. Her eyes conveyed a depth of emotion previously unimaginable for any machine. Tonight, they sparkled with curiosity and anticipation.Angel was a marvel of modern technology, the first AI robot designed not only to simulate human ...
Weekly Contest #280
“Well, what are we supposed to do now?” I muttered, still in shock at the massive portal glowing in front of me. Poppa and I stood at the precipice of a celestial realm, a place where time and space intertwined in a delicate ballet of light and shadow. This was the Genesis of Nirvana, a mystical juncture where destinies are forged and universes birthed. With my luminescent wings folded gracefully against my back, I gazed into the abyss before us. The Genesis pulsed with an ancient energy, its pathways branching out like channels of pure li...
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