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By Kassidy Montel
In this world, people believe in death as much as people in your world believe in immortality.
This story is about a girl who moves back home. Living in the world of immortals, robots and clones she only dreams to be a normal girl in the normal world.
By Master Papers
In the mid-eighties, snow-thrower manufacturing firm Toro, launched a promotion where purchasers of snow blower could refund a part of their purchase in the event that the next winter was characterized by modest snowfalls. The amount of money that was refunded was related to the amounts of...
By War Paint
Life as Helgrind amusement was torture. Sick amusement it was, for those who loved blood, gore, and death of children. Romulus was his name, he had ravenous black hair, carmel skin, blue eyes, and as an orphan of Helgrind he was forced to act as amusement in the Ra'zac Abyss. The Ra'zac Abyss,...
The third and final part of the story. Will Karl and the rest of the group survive?
A poem about the Mi-Go.
More of a speech than a poem, I suppose. Charlie Chaplin was playing havoc in my head.
O Man, have you forgotten what you are?
Poetry | Updated May 15, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Recalling a humorous account of a very personal series of incidents and accidents that occurred recently in my life. Please enjoy this light hearted tome.
Short Story | Updated May 14, 2014 | Reads: 97 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Robert Kasch
Waiting on the phone is murder...
Short Story | Updated May 14, 2014 | Reads: 59 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
R70XM is a program designed to create the best soldiers. Using special technology to create these soldiers, there is nothing that can destroy them. These soldiers were once people, only they gave up their lives to become a machine. Thinking it would help a better cause. But when the government...
This is created as a contrast to my previous poem, 'The Hidden World We do not see'. Artificial Dystopia
This is the first chapter of a novel which I have just begun to write. It seems a bit obscure at the moment but it is only the first chapter and a small snippet of that chapter. Please, feel free to give me your thoughts on it.
A strange being arrives in the city of November, and in an alley...
This short piece is a look at a world of fallen machines. It was inspired by the accompanying picture, taken by yours truly. I hope you enjoy!
I just felt to write about how we become more and more dependent on machines. And it made me ask myself the question: are machines and depending on them good, or are we running head against the wall?
Just read it for yourself
Short Story | Updated Nov 14, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We will never design machines as beautiful as the trees.