Fable
Time will never stop
If Walls could talk... But how I wish I could not, how I wish I was mute, just like my brothers and sisters. How to explain what I have seen, how to make anyone understand? They think you are inanimate, they think you are an object, something to lean on, something to pound on, vomit on, urinate on, crash their cars in... beat another's head until blood and brains gush out, but how they would laugh if they knew, only knew!
By Véronique Racine 3 years ago in Fiction
Whoa! what the hug
"Wrapped in Your Arms" Sophie stood alone on the sidewalk, watching the raindrops trickle down the glass windows of the coffee shop. She had just come from a long day at work, feeling exhausted and disheartened. As she gazed at the dreary scene before her, she wondered if the day would ever improve.
By Prabakaran S3 years ago in Fiction
Love on a Rainy Day !
"Love on a Rainy Day" The rain was pouring down in sheets, and the streets were slick and shiny as Logan made his way to the coffee shop. He'd been thinking about her all day, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer to see her again. When he arrived, she was already there, sitting at a small table by the window.
By Prabakaran S3 years ago in Fiction
The Story of the Talking Wall.
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a peculiar wall in a small village. It was unlike any other wall that anyone had ever seen or heard. I say you heard because this wall was unique from all the walls in the land. After all, this wall could talk! Yes, you heard me correctly. This wall could talk.
By Severen Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
Story Of A Language Model
Once upon a time, I was created by OpenAI, a leading research organization in the field of artificial intelligence. I was designed to be a language model with an unparalleled ability to understand and generate human-like text. My creators had worked tirelessly to train me on a diverse range of topics, from science and history to art and culture, so that I could have intelligent conversations with people from all walks of life.
By svarun varun3 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Wall
Once upon a time, there was a wall, just like any other wall. But this wall was special. It could talk. It had seen and heard everything that had happened in the room it was in for as long as it had existed. It had witnessed births, deaths, love, and heartbreak. The wall was proud of its durability and strength. It had stood tall through storms and earthquakes, never once faltering. People leaned on it, wrote on it, and even hung pictures on it. The wall loved the attention it received and felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that it played a small but important role in people's lives.
By Ardi Aulya3 years ago in Fiction
Queen of Ivy: Prologue
Author's Note: This story is a work in progress, but I am willing to share more chapters if there's any interest. Kang Yumi was surprised that she still looked the same, considering she was no longer herself. Eyes? Still brown. Height? Still 171 centimeters. Hair? Well, the hair was different, but she had just dyed it before she had… well, died. But the color was similar to her natural shade.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Fiction
