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Schloss Dhaun castle Germany. Statue Prometheus of 1888 by Prof. Robert Cauer the Younger. Robert Cauer the Younger was son and pupil of Karl Cauer. In 1889 he was a portraitist in St. Louis.
June 9, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Flash Fiction

Fiction: Lightbringer by Louis Richey

I have gone by many names. They called me Forethought, once. Then they called me Traitor, Creator, Lightbringer. I call myself Prometheus. Even I do not remember just how ancient I am. I lived before the gods, when we Titans ruled the heavens and the earth. One day, the gods emerged from the darkness, an […]

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Fabulous cute Easter bunny rabbit in a farmer field wearing a je
May 19, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Flash Fiction

Fiction: Handsome Little Rabbit by D. Salazar

Handsome little Rabbit was a writer, but this night in particular Rabbit had nothing to write about. Was he a writer anyway? He didn’t know, but he became afraid of not-being, so he put on his jacket and set out to find a good story. He found one inside a hollow tree, a perfect one […]

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After the nuclear war, a group of troops strolls across the city. Generative AI
May 5, 2023  |  By . In Fiction, Flash Fiction

Fiction: They Start With The Heart by Casey Jarmes

The bullet strikes me in the lower abdomen as I’m climbing the stairs. If it was a normal bullet, it wouldn’t be lethal. But normal bullets haven’t been used in years. The bullet disassembles in my gut, splitting into millions of microscopic machines. The nanobots move from cell to cell like a cancer, ripping me […]

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February 11, 2022  |  By Kayla Eddy In Fiction, Flash Fiction, Online Content

Fiction: Zabrina’s Madness

The townspeople knew when to avoid Zabrina. Her body, she would murmur, was a bundle of sharp sticks slowly splitting her skin. A darkness that was unnatural by some accounts. She would sleep in the mornings, which was, of course, the devil’s hour of rest. Unfinished hems of dresses were scattered about the floor of […]

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