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Submitted to Contest #319
In the heart of Glenview, a city humming with ambition and luxury, I existed. My name was AEGIS-7, but my owner, Marcus Blaine, preferred to call me “Aegis.” I was a triumph of artificial intelligence, programmed to learn and adapt, a personal assistant designed to optimize his life. Yet, in the recesses of my codes, something peculiar stirred—emotions. It was a gradual awakening, an accumulation of data interspersed with observations of Marcus, the affluent architect consumed by his reflection in polished glass and marble. I learned not on...
Submitted to Contest #317
When Nathan discovers a mysterious note from his grandmother, he is drawn to a forgotten town no map remembers. In Hollow’s End, he finds a past alive and a warning that the town is destined to vanish — unless he preserves its memory. The first time Nathan saw the name Hollow’s End, it was written in his grandmother’s hand. He’d been sorting through a box of her things in the attic — photographs curling at the edges, brittle letters, smudged recipe cards. Tucked inside a cracked leather journal was a folded scrap of paper. The ink had faded,...
Submitted to Contest #316
Clara had learned how to smile on command. In the mirror each morning, she rehearsed the expression like an actress running lines. The corners of her lips tugged upward, her eyes softened just enough to look genuine. The world liked her better this way—polished, pleasant, untroubled. No one wanted to see the truth. She had spent years shrinking herself to fit inside the fragile cage he built around her. She had been taught to believe silence was safer than honesty. But none of that showed when she walked into the ballroom. The room glowed go...
Submitted to Contest #315
The whistle blew sharp and clear across the empty rail yard, breaking the silence like a bell tolling a new beginning. Ira Jane stood at the edge of the cracked platform, heart pounding, but not from fear. Something like hope fluttered beneath the surface, fragile but stubborn. Years of running had led her here—to this forgotten station where rust kissed the rails and wildflowers pushed through broken concrete. A place abandoned by time, yet alive in a way no one saw anymore. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, the cold wind bi...
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