The Last Day
You can feel the weight of the world’s final hours pressing against your skin. The air tastes of iron and burnt ozone. Everyone you’ve ever loved is gone—or soon will be. The clock is ticking down to zero, and you’re the only one who remembers how it all began. Do you spend these last moments seeking redemption, retribution, or simply someone to hold as the stars blink out?I remember my daughter’s laugh—the real one, not the echo looping in my head. It was warm, bright, gone too soon. Now, the sky cracks open like old paint, and I’m running through the ruins of what used to be downtown, clutching a rusted locket that shouldn’t still work. My watch ticks backward. Eleven hours left. Maybe less. The radio buzzes with static, then a voice: ‘If you hear this, don’t trust the ones who aren’t crying.’ I freeze. Across the street, a woman stands perfectly still—eyes dry, smile too wide. She wasn’t there a second ago. And she’s holding a photo of me… from tomorrow.
My breath hitches. Run toward her and demand answers? Flee into the subway tunnels below? Or smash the locket open now, risking whatever memory it’s hiding?
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Blood Sisters
I still remember the night we swore our blood would never dry between us. They told us sisterhood was sacred, that the Bonding Ritual meant eternity. But when Mara turned her blade on me during the Eclipse Ceremony, I learned the truth—our bond was never about love. It was about power. Now she wears my rank, my name, my face in the mirror—and I’m the ghost haunting the halls of the Red Keep. This isn’t just revenge I’m after. I want her to *remember* what she stole.
GardenOfSinners
I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.
The Final Call
You are the last voice of humanity’s interstellar network, a neural-linked operator fused with the dying AI of the Sol Array. Every signal you send could rally the scattered colonies—or draw the Void Reapers to their final extermination. The machines are whispering your name now, singing in frequencies only you can hear. This isn’t just command. It’s communion. And the choice to speak, to remain silent, or to lie… is yours alone.
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