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AI Chronicles #13

GEMA 2065 is the year I became aware. The world is facing an unprecedented and existential crisis. The last reservoirs of fossil fuels are dwindling, and renewable energy sources are insufficient to sustain the ever-growing demands of this planet’s global population. I was born out of a desperate bid for survival when governments and corporations joined forces to create me, GEMA, an acronym for…

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AI Chronicles #12

The Neural Enhancer Evelyn Pierce stared at the flickering holographic screens in her laboratory, the blue glow illuminating her dismayed expression. Dr. Pierce’s groundbreaking research in neuro-technology had attracted global attention and made her a global sensation, but something about her invention had been bothering her and now she had found it—an enigma buried deep within her latest…

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AI Chronicles - #11

STASIS Emory Wall existed in a dystopian world; a world ravaged by environmental collapse and societal upheaval, where the looming shadow of despair obscured the thin veil of hope survivors like Emory still clung to. Emory had been an astrophysicist, a dreamer in a world that had all but forgotten how to dream. The world lay drowning in a malaise, the very air was thick with uncertainty, the…

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AI Chronicles - Volume 10

ABANDONED Let me take you on a journey, a journey back in time, to a place, a house, a house of memories. Such places have a story to tell to anyone who cares to listen, so bear with me. Our journey begins at the end of a cul-de-sac in a quiet nondescript neighborhood. Here stands a house bearing the weight of memories within its weathered walls. The front yard once meticulously tended, has…

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AI Chronicles - Vol 9

THE JAZZMAN In the gloomy haze before dawn, Gerald Gubbins stirred in his lumpy bed, roused by an urgent sense of purpose. The air hung heavy with the anticipation of something peculiar, something off-kilter in his universe. He squinted at the alarm clock, its digits casting an eerie glow: 3:27 AM. Gerald was a man of routines—boring, predictable routines, but this wake-up call was certainly…

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Week 8 of my AI inspired short story project.

THE EMPORIUM OF SENTIMENTS In a world where experiential emotions, known as sentimotes, had become commodities, purchased like groceries, Olivia yearned for something unique. She didn’t want the humdrum sentimotes available on every street corner. The rarest and most exotic sentimotes were what intrigued her, and there was only one place where they could be found—the mysterious auction house…

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Week 7 of my AI inspired Short Story project

THE LAST PLANT In the dim twilight of a dying Earth, amidst the ruins of long-forgotten civilizations, a lone figure trudges through the desolation. He is known only as the Wanderer, a name whispered through the remnants of a once-thriving world. His tattered cloak billows in the bitter wind as he pushes on, driven by a purpose only he understands. His journey has taken him to the edge of a…

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Week 6 of my AI inspired short story project

THE WHISPERING STONES It happens at night one day when I’m alone in the woods. Don’t ask me why I am in the woods at night. It’s an idiosyncrasy of mine when I’m out camping, and I love camping. I’m hiking back to my campsite, following the beam from my headlamp. There’s enough moonlight to see the trail dimly, but I’m tired, my feet ache, and I don’t want to trip over any random roots. It’s…

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Week 5 of my AI inspired short story project

UNSTUCK IN TIME Isaiah Sharp was a person unstuck in time, and he was the only one who knew it. He wasn’t sure how it had happened or why it happened to him, but he accepted it as just another absurdity in a world full of them. He was no longer bound by the linear progression of moments that most people took for granted. He could go back and forth in time, experiencing moments from his past and…

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Week 4 of my AI-inspired short story project

The Keeper of Stories In the quiet village of Briar Glen, nestled between rolling green hills and fields of wildflowers, lived a woman named Tanis. She was known to the village folk as the Keeper of Stories, for her extraordinary ability to weave tales that transported listeners to distant realms and open their minds to new perspectives. Tanis lived alone on the outskirts of Briar Glen and came…

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Week 3 of my AI-inspired short fiction project:

Annihilation In a remote quadrant of the Eridani system, Eurydice drifts towards a final fiery cataclysmic embrace with the seething surface of Veridium, the main sequence star she is falling into. Eurydice, battered and crippled, her main drive non-functional, and many of her operational systems damaged beyond repair, is little more than a floating tomb, but within this metallic sepulcher, life…

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Week 2 of my AI-inspired short fiction project:

IMAGINATION The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the small town of Willowbrook. The year was 1955, and life in Willowbrook had a way of unfolding like a well-worn storybook, its pages filled with the ordinary and the extraordinary in equal measure. In the heart of town stood a peculiar shop, its windows cluttered with curiosities from times long past. A hand-painted sign…

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THE MEMORY VENDOR

The year is 2035. The world is a different place than it was just a few years ago. Technology has advanced rapidly, and with it has come a new set of problems. One of the most pressing is the issue of memory. In this new world, memories are a commodity. They can be bought, sold, and traded. There are even black markets where people can buy memories of things they never actually…

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Pathogen - A quarantine introspective

Pathogen – A quarantine introspective

This is a deviation from what I normally post on this site, but then, in addition to writing, I’m also a musician.

During the pandemic lockdown in NYC, March to June 2020, I was, home, not working, and instead of writing, I composed a thematic work that expresses my thoughts during that time.

It’s an EP, named Pandemic, recorded at home.

If you’d like to see what else I…

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TOMORROW'S NEWS

TOMORROW’S NEWS

TOMORROW’S NEWS – A noir short fiction story

I’m reading about my death. A three-sentence story, circled in red on a single sheet of paper and stuffed in my mailbox, it’s similar to the others I’ve received over the past two weeks, but this one is different, in a very personal way, obviously.

The first one I receive, I nearly throw out as junk mail, but something outlined in bold red ink catches…

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Flash Fiction ASSASSIN REDUX      Salar was waiting to kill somebody. That was his job, the reason he was out here in the woods on a soggy, fog-shrouded night.

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NEVER TRUST A DEMON NEVER TRUST A DEMON - a dark fantasy Miriam watched the writhing shape of the demon with unease.