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How To Keep Your Little Weather Machine From Eating Your House
1. First Things First: Not a Magic Box. Look. Whistles of that chrome cylinder in your hallway? It is not here to have an easier life. It's a mirror. A hungry one. My next-door friend Frank had it installed by him when Martha died, because he could always dial up "Sunny & 72°" and get his way.
By Edward Smith26 days ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Whispering Sands. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the Gilded Desert lay the city of Orizon, a place of shimmering heat and relentless mechanics. In Orizon, the sun never truly set; it hung like a heavy brass coin in the sky, illuminating a civilization obsessed with the passage of seconds. Here, time was not an abstract concept or a natural flow. It was a physical currency—shimmering, chronological sand carried in glass vials.
By Md. Rejaul Karim27 days ago in Fiction
The Human Soul Inspection Handbook. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge.
Introduction: This handbook provides instructions for the categorization and classification of human souls. Tier III³ Associates and above in the Souls Receiving Department are required to be familiar with this document.
By J. Otis Haas27 days ago in Fiction
Tall Timmy & the Top Hat
Timmy wasn’t just short—he was the shortest seventh grader in his class. In his school. In his town, even. He had to stand on his tippy toes to reach the faucet in the restroom. He had to suck in his breath and reach for his lunch tray until his back cracked. He had to find small windows of space in the horde of classmates during dismissal, just to spot his mom’s car. She frequently circled the pick-up line, as if she were a fixture on the worst carousel ever.
By SUEDE the poet27 days ago in Fiction
Pyro's Spell, Friday, May 18th, 2007
“Here you are ladies, early as usual.” Anton informed his six gorgeous passengers. “Same time again tonight?” Anton had landed one hell of a gig this time. All he had to do was pick up six exotic dancers at the same place and time, then drive them 20 minutes down the road. Each girl gave him $20 to drop them off, and another $20 when he picked them back up.
By Anton Mathias Heft 27 days ago in Fiction
How to 'Go Down a Rabbit Hole'
How-to 'Go Down a Rabbit Hole' Ask yourself: are you putting off anything you could be doing right now? - Maybe a little more productive? Any cottage task, such as washing leftover potion from the cauldron, or finally getting around to dusting the vacant cobwebs? If you’re reading this, one could assume you’re not ready to burst your procrastination bubble. No one is here to stop you, nay, you'll only find encouragement, unless you’re mortally wounded- don't ignore that - find your nearest healer. First rule of this guideline.
By Nikki Torino Wagner27 days ago in Fiction
~ Dear Cousin Shee!~
07/07/0000 Dear Cousin Shee, Thank-you for sending us our first ever tree house letter. It was such a wonderful surprise to see an envelope in our tree-house mail box! It was indeed great to learn our hope was true that there is a post officer here at after all.
By Jennifer Cooley28 days ago in Fiction
The Night Weeping Inn: A Guest Protocol for Your Serene Stay
Esteemed Guest, Welcome to the Yonaki-kan (Night Weeping Inn), a sanctuary nestled deep within the forgotten valleys of Ishikawa Prefecture. For generations, our inn has offered weary travelers a timeless respite, a glimpse into an older Japan where nature and spirit intertwine. To ensure your stay is as tranquil and undisturbed as possible, we kindly ask you to observe the following traditional protocols. These guidelines are not mere suggestions; they are the bedrock of harmony between our cherished guests and the ancient spirits of this land. Your cooperation ensures not just your comfort, but your safety.
By Takashi Nagaya28 days ago in Fiction
