AI-crafted tales born from random words, written for every generation. 269 stories and counting.
Maya stared at her reflection, horror-struck. The choppy layers she'd asked for—inspired by that TikTok trend—looked more like a lawnmower accident. Her hair, usually her security ...
Arthur adjusted the fedora on his head—the same felt hat Martha had given him forty years ago, when they were young and believed they had all the time in the world. Now, sitting on...
The cable had been out for three days when Elena finally called someone. She'd been surviving on zombie-like autopilot since Marcus left, moving through her corporate job with the ...
The attic smelled of cedar and mothballs, the scent of seventy years tucked into cardboard boxes. Eleanor sat on her grandmother's velvet stool, the one that had traveled from Irel...
The baseball diamond stretched before me like a promise I couldn't keep. Eighth grade, and everyone expected me to follow in my brother's cleat-steps. Tyler had been the pitcher wh...
The problem with having a pool party when you're the only one who actually swims is that eventually you have to get out. And when you get out, everyone sees you. Everyone sees the ...
Maya's iPhone died at 47%—right when she needed to DM Jay about the party. The charging cable was frayed, exposing wires like a nervous system. Classic Maya timing, always missing ...
Maya pressed her back against the scratched locker, holding her breath like she'd seen in movies, though honestly, who breathes loudly in a hallway anyway? "You're being such a cr...
Eleanor stood at the kitchen window, watching her grandson Marcus chase something orange across the backyard. At seventy-eight, she didn't move as quickly as she once had, but her ...
Barnaby was a curious little bear with fur the color of honey and a nose that twitched when he was excited. His favorite thing in the whole world was swimming in Moonlight Pond, wh...
Margaret stood at the kitchen counter, peeling an orange with hands that had known seventy years of loving work. The citrus scent released something deep in her memory—the carnival...
Marcus's cleats dug into the dirt, same as they had every day since freshman year. Baseball was supposed to be his thing—the one constant when everything else in his life felt like...