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Dawn of the Endless
The figure stood atop the battlements silhouetted by a flickering night sky. He leaned heavily against the stone surface, his hands gripping the top of the structure, his shoulders bunched together. The stench of burning wafted from the city below, a smell tinged with more than just the fiery buildings.
By Craig Grant5 years ago in Fiction
From Science Fiction to Reality: The Evolution of Artificial Intelligence
What was once a fabrication of the creative mind of some our most renowned sci-fi scholars, man-made consciousness (AI) is flourishing in our regular day to day existences. We're as yet a couple of years from having robots available to our no matter what, yet AI has effectively had a significant effect in more inconspicuous manners. Climate figures, email spam separating, Google's hunt forecasts, and voice acknowledgment, such Apple's Siri, are altogether models. What these innovations share practically speaking are AI calculations that empower them to respond constantly progressively. There will be developing agonies as AI innovation advances, yet the beneficial outcome it will have on society as far as effectiveness is tremendous.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
In your darkest moments.
The truth. The very thing that we all seek each day, and yet, it seems so elusive throughout the world. So hard to comprehend. So difficult to discover. The wind comes and the wind goes, back and forward, to and fro, and yet its course is never certain, its patterns of movement so difficult to comprehend. All throughout the world, in the grand scheme of things in all its complexity and intricacies, how does one find the truth? How does someone know what is true and what is not, when truth can be so hard to apply in our everyday lives?
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Fiction
The Past Into The Future – When You Unexpectedly Bump Into Your Ex
Walking on the sidewalk, with her phone in her hand, holding her bag with the other hand, it is difficult to see who is coming her way. She was e-mailing one of her clients, which was a very important task to do since she became one of the best violinist in the world and there is no management who is willing to help her feed her career in the right direction, so she does everything alone until today. These managements don't believe in her approach of entrepreneurship.
By Agnes Laurens5 years ago in Fiction
Worst. Tuesday. Forever.
How did I end up here? Me of all people!? Back to a wall in a dead end alleyway staring down a horde of zombies as they shuffle towards me to eat me. As many zombie games I've beaten and movies I've seen, how did I find myself between a rock and a hungry place!?
By Nathaniel Zeigler5 years ago in Fiction
Hot Light
Ashes fell from the blackened sky. Sulfur scarred the lining of his nostrils as he struggled to breathe the inhospitable air. Falling to his knees his gaze fell upon a locket, he reached out. Fingers writhing in pain. As he neared the locket, he noticed its heart shape glowing a faint red, almost beating. Reaching closer toward the locket he watched as his flesh peeled from his bones evaporating into ashes as his muscles touched the locket he was enveloped in a bright, hot whiteness.
By Casey White5 years ago in Fiction
A Wild Sort of Curiosity
The wind glided around the great bird as it’s majestic wings cut through the air. The monstrous dinosaur flew, almost invisible to the naked eye, it’s feathery coat white as snow, blended almost perfectly with the white powder covering the surface of the earth. Over shadowy trees that creaked and wept in the wind, the owl flew towards the city, a very peculiar place in deed for such a bird.
By Mckayla Corder5 years ago in Fiction
Scavengers
I wake before the sun. It's the best time to scavenge. The beasts sleep at this time. They come out at night but they hide in the hills before the dawn. I sneak a quick glance out the window. It's dark and still. I throw my hair up and nudge Antoine sleeping beside me. "Leah." With one word, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He told me once that he liked to sleep late in his past life, before the change. Now we wake at the slightest noise, we are always on alert. We have to be.
By Alexandra Mullen Palacio5 years ago in Fiction
Cracks
I have a sick dog smell and my head feels barely attached to my neck stump, so when the tram lurches it swings from side to side. It feels like there’s cellophane over my eyes. Everything is filmy. Milky. But I can still see things. Just yesterday I saw Them beating a small woman with yellow hair, right out the front of Myer on Bourke Street. I saw them in their black vans taking children.
By Erica Williams5 years ago in Fiction
