#fiction

Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday. They aren't a replacement for the excellent daily prompts from

When the secret file on the Fortier Apartments in Shortport, VA was found in a box of files that was supposed to be shredded...

16-year-old Tom Stepforth started telling what he thought was a good joke … only to have it take on a new life owing to his little cousins and their friends.

English Armero Frank was a friendly man and one of Armero's wealthiest residents. He walked along the cobblestone streets, always dressed in a shirt, pants, and a white hat; he had a well-groomed mustache

I didn't know it was the last normal day.... Like... how would I? Tuesday. So hot. Onitsha was Onitshaing. You know how it is? Horns that never stop, bikes weaving like they have 9 lives, people shouting

Canva IA I woke up this morning with the sun’s rays streaming through my window. It was still cold, though, so I curled up under the sheets. I didn’t want to get up, even though my phone’s alarm had already

It was dawn and the air smelled of damp moss and something faintly sweet and calming. Dahlya stood at the edge of the wood, her brows furrowed as she admired the dewy leaves on a big old oak tree. It was

A fictional piece about a misaligned AI exploiting floating-point rounding errors.

It was a Saturday morning. Gabriel awoke but did not even try to get up from his bed. With his hands, he dragged the blanket over his head and entered wonderland. He began to wonder how his day would be.

Hello Here, One luxury I know that gets too much Credit is Fancy Restaurants, those kinds where you book a Table in Avance for, and then you dress up big like you have a very important place to be at,

‎Jack grew up in a poor neighbourhood with his mother. His father had died when he was very young, so his mother was the only family he had. Life was difficult, but Jack was smart and hardworking. He often

Monsters catapult us back to shivering beneath the covers and dreading the dark

Cuando asistí a la conferencia acerca del futuro de las democracias, nunca me imaginé que alguien prestara atención seria a mi propuesta, pero esta mañana, al ver el noticiero, mi sorpresa ha resultado

I found the secret file on a Tuesday. It was tucked behind old sarees in my grandma's attic. Manila folder. Yellowed. Written in red pen: "DO NOT OPEN - 1998" My hands were shaking. Grandma died

Image Credit: Meta AI Supply bucket handles rests on my arms, I survey the exterior of my AM house layered under the vacuum and mop on top of the buckets. I am a monstrosity. Good mornings are exchanged

The first time I met Uncle Femi, he came as a savior. Even though I didn't want to accept his kind gesture at first, and that is due to how insecure the country is. One needs to be very, very careful.

By seven o’clock that morning, the town of Abeni was already awake... The smell of akara floated through the narrow streets while Buses groaned as they struggled to start... Children in blue uniforms hurried

source “Wake up, sleeping head,” I heard from Dreamland, like a sound coming from the gong. I grinned as I shook my head and hissed, looking at the person who woke me up from this beautiful sleep. “ It

The morning began like any other.... At exactly 6:45 a.m., Daniel’s alarm rang from beneath his pillow. He slapped the phone twice before finally finding it. The room was still dark and the fan above him

A fictional piece about a misaligned AI exploiting floating-point rounding errors.