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Tessa!!" I hear my mom's voice call from downstairs. I groan to myself and roll out of my tiny, yet comfortable bed. While neatly tucking the corners of my bed sheet into the headboard, I take my time because this is the last morning that I will be competing the task for months
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland part fifteen
Popee and Marifa had just finished their dinner of Thai food and they were playing with Kedamono Junior. “Funny, yummy, tummy time, my sweetheart!” Popee said to his son in a sing-song fashion. Kedamono Junior was his stomach on the floor with a large baby blanket underneath him, and crawling a bit, but mostly just teething on some baby toys.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Doomed Destiny
As Danny sipped on his morning tea he looked out across the fields towards Southampton and as the fog cleared with the morning sun, he could see the four stacks of the Titanic towering above the buildings as she got ready for her maiden voyage to New York. His full name was Donald Finnigan, but everyone that knew him just called him Danny. Yesterday, he went down to the White Star Line to see about getting a job and they said they would let him know if anything came up. That evening he got a telegram saying that he had to report to the Titanic in the morning and let them know he was replacing Richard Parsons, who was in a fatal accident. That was the evening of April ninth and the Titanic was set to leave at noon the next day. So, here he was now, making his way to the docks of Southampton to start his new career.
By K.C. Keats4 years ago in Fiction
Part Four of Four: Learning the Lessons
Time flashed forward to the next lesson. Oli, Evi and Keely still felt the grief from the tragedy of the Titanic. They had an inkling of what it felt like to be a survivor or an ancestor of those who lived or died on the Titanic. Moiré had been programmed to use a compilation of known methods to deal with trauma. The technique allowed Oli, Evi and Keely to become observers, with fewer interactions.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Part Three of Four: Learning the Lesson
Oli, Evi and Keely were eager to go to their lesson. They activated Moiré their AI. She greeted them as she lit the holographic light panel. She had taken her shimmering form, as a winged Fairy Godmother.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland part fourteen
“His mother is the White Wolf.” Popee heard the damning words as he was holding his son as he ate and looked at Marifa with a look that said indifference.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland part thirteen
Kedamono was beyond nervous going out with his soon to be husband’s father, but he told himself it wasn’t a big deal. It was Papi, after all.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Part One of Four:Learning the Lessons
The year was 2052. Oliver and Evi had been married for four years and had just purchased their auto-nanny, Moiré, their very own elf who had left the shelf. Moiré was the first evolution of a self-teaching super-programming child-care assistant. With Artificial Intelligent automation, and Improv capabilities, she had become the government-certified, approved and subsidized training program. The financial incentives and promises that Moiré could optimize a child’s development by individually programming activities, adjusting to vary physiological response parameters and brain wave patterns suitable to different tasks, made using the Moiré program attractive.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Part Two of Four: Learning the lessons
The year was 2060. Over the years, Oliver, Evi and Keely had become accustomed to the daily teaching sessions with the AI assistant Moiré.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland part twelve
To Popee, living with his darling son and loving partner, was the ultimate fairy tale come true. He never was told many fairy tales growing up, and knowing sharing fairy tales were generally a big part of parent/child time, he felt left out.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Titillating Titanic Romance, PART I
I am exploring through writing styles and types of scenes. To hone my romance writing skills I am exploring the sensual side of written works, and tuning into the current vocal challenges in order to do so. Hopefully my written skills can be more successful that my life's reality. Maybe my written works can prove better quality than my romantic pursuits of old.
By Kristyn Loritsch4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland part eleven
Finally, Popee found his voice. “What’s… what’re you two doing here?” Papi shrugged, “Your crafty little sister seemed to know where you were. We found out where you lived before… but someone, I think your neighbor, informed us you moved in the city.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction