With AI taking over everything, at one point, AI and mental health will intersect. This is a story that mixes AI with Frankenstein in a modern horror story.
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What does it take to change someone’s mind? That’s the question facing Ian, a tech reviewer who is weary of the newest tech, a phone that never runs out of battery.
Imagine a utopian future where AI controls every detail of life-and creativity is forbidden. In Elephant Trunks, Walt risks everything to tell stories and make a real connection in a world ruled by the Nexus.
The secrets that Grandpa Jo hides are darker than anyone could have imagined. In this shocking conclusion, Stephanie learns the truth, but it may be too late…
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When Kevin and Stephanie take in Kevin’s elderly grandfather, they expect nothing more than a few stories and harmless quirks. But Grandpa Jo harbors dark secrets, and as strange events unfold, Stephanie begins to question whether they invited more than just an old man into their home…
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This is a short story I wrote for a contest over at Vocal.Meda regarding the reliablity of the narrator.
In Moonlight Ride, a seemingly routine drive spirals into a night of suspicion, deceit, and deadly secrets. As Tim and Franny navigate dark roads and even darker truths, a mysterious thud from the trunk sets off a chilling chain of events. Can their fractured trust survive the night, or will the truth buried beneath the surface tear them apart?
How far can you push your morality? Allen, a high ranking Judge, must decide if he should do the morally right thing, or side with the man that put him there. Read on to find out what happens.
As Chad stands over his fallen father, the urge for revenge clashes with his father’s wish for him to be better. In a tense confrontation with the murderer, Chad must choose between vengeance and justice. Discover the moment a hero is born in Father Figure.
He checked the cards displayed on his forearm. Unfortunately, they didn’t compose a winning hand, but the rest of the table didn’t know. Or did they? He surveyed the three-tentacle eyes Trindback to his left. He couldn’t remember if they could read minds or not. The sharply dressed human across the table from him didn’t
If the officer looked close enough, he would see my heart beating through my chest. I tried to control my breath, to get air through the lungs so that I could calm down. But it wasn’t working. It didn’t help my nerves that the officers put me in this grey, sterile room over an hour