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Luckily, we have already covered the topic. But I might come to you at some point for tips and brochures 😁 Another question, now that the Josh's story is on the winter break, do we hear more from Sky and Co or will you focus on how to open portals?

Ok, Im a bit confused. Here it was like Brad knew Alexander really liked Lyn, and also they were debating if Brad should tell Lyn about his feelings. But then the "Lyn is straight" argument from last time does not make sense, or does it? Is Brad trying to say even if Lyn is straight, let us tell him about our feelings and Alexander said"No"?

That was really good, more drama was almost impossible. I really like Sloane and Kenzi. They did a good job. And I can totally imagine me giving a similar talk like Sky and his dad's in a few years. I took notes. 😅

No some people make it their mission to rescue others.

So that was the end of a beginning. You gave us enough information that could have been enough if only Caleb has behaved himself. Thanks for the story. It was a crazy thing at the end

The median has a great influence especially on younger people, the question is how long it takes AI to take over or can we believe it's just a horror futuristic story?

I can totally understand your socks, they just keep on landing at places. 😁 Socks everywhere is a no go for Rick, but other than that he has a stronger logic and calmness to encounter the world. Liam tries his best but there are things that really push him to the limits of his world. The truth is I got many inspirations from our daily life. I'm not as extreme as Liam, but I can claim my partner overdoes Rick at times. 😅

The roads were worse than Liam feared. Cars moved in slow, shuddering lines. A truck ahead spun its wheels and went nowhere, an enormous beast trapped by physics. Liam pressed the nonexistent brake pedal and glared at Rick. Rick grabbed the steering wheel with both hands just to make Liam feel better. “Holding your backpack hard will not help in an accident, or pressing the ‘air’ brake,” Rick said. “I’m doing all I can, unlike you” Liam snapped. Rick laughed softly. “Thanks f

By the time Benedict set his guitar back into its case, his hands were still vibrating in a way that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with release. The last chord lingered in his fingers like a memory that refused to file itself away properly, a low hum beneath the skin that made him feel both lighter and oddly dislocated, as if he had briefly stepped outside himself and not quite made it back in yet. Backstage—or what passed for backstage, a narrow corridor that smelled o

Then I hope you survive the storm. There will definitely be a storm episode, but I'll wait to see how things develop so it gets probably posted in 2-3 days. Besides since my lazy muse is back, I gotta let him work a bit before he starts dreaming again.

The 3AM cringe has already happened so I hope it gets better. As for the scientific muse, he prefers beaches and holidays anyway. I guess I have to find him since I'm really not fan of the artists' Trinity 😁

I thought that as a concept to try but was just too lazy. I guess I should do it anyway. Thanks for the tip.

It's nice that it worked ....but when was it? Because Liam and Rick had that problem yesterday 😁

That would be difficult. The flow caused me a whole month of procrastination.

Today I finished the story and it sorta turned out less crime and more drama in the end. I must think of some changes otherwise I don't know what really comes out

Because that's totally me. I'm glad it worked. I wrote it as a short story covering the whole day but it got too long so I decided maybe there's more to them. And that's definitely a skill to be appreciated if you can sleep like that. 😁 I had my inspiration definitely from someone with that talent.

So after years of just reading stories, praising the authors for their willingness to sit, write and edit, I let my procrastination get the better of me. That is not only I let the words in my head shape but I let them conquer the screen of a word document and I even went beyond the logical progression of my abilities and posted the stories. It's not that great to be honest but it has given me a sense of satisfaction that I cannot stop adding new chapters, editing and twist them differently. That sounds all good. So the problem is I need to get back to writing scientific absurdity or I will never finish things I started a few years ago, probably ending up jobless, homeless or hopeless? The question is how can I get rid of this new addiction of writing and go back to my old life? Any suggestions?

Liam woke before the alarm in the way he always did on important mornings, which was to say: with the exact sensation of something going wrong somewhere, and the certainty that it would become his problem by breakfast. The bedroom was black and cold. Not poetically cold—just the pragmatic, resentful cold of someone's decision against heating the bedroom. Liam lay still, listening. The building made its usual noises: the cat snoring, a neighbor banging the door, wind pressing itself against

When the whole world turns white and no one is prepared, may be it's just better to turn in bed , pull up the blanket and pretend there's no such thing. Or this is at least what Liam tried before everything went wrong.

After going slow all the time suddenly the house crumbled into ashes....

Finally some answers or action. Thanks I couldn't decide if the whole rebooting was the same as my laptop rebooting the first thing in the morning and has not finished updating after the third coffee, or was it the pacman feeling with the devil system trying to eat Josh. One thing I know is I very much like to be in Josh's position with James and Adam 🙃 Looking forward to the epilogue.

I totally agree. Depending on the language, it can also change the meaning of words if not used correctly. It's like the character speaks a certain language with its own alphabet but it is just romanized by the writer. It's weird, when I see a Japanese sentence written with English letters, not that I could read it much if it was written otherwise:😁 It's just the feeling of being exotic

Donovan woke the way he woke after nights he preferred to pretend didn’t exist: eyes open before the alarm, brain already moving, body resisting the idea that the day had started without his consent. For a few seconds he lay still and let the room establish itself. The radiator clicked once, then fell quiet. A car passed below; sound softened by wet pavement. The air in the apartment had the metallic, rinsed smell of recent rain and old building dust—neutral, indifferent. He stared at the c

Ok, that was one way of returning the memory. So give me the passkey 😇

I wonder if I should believe the "cross my heart " part 😁