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Stories for the Romantic, the Tender, and the Delightfully Strange
404: Not Alone
It started with a need for companionship, which should not have been the issue at all considering Milla lived in a city overflowing with people. They called it the City of Souls unofficially, though its formal name was Alpha X109, the largest inhabited city in the world. But despite the endless faces, it felt isolating, like a can of sardines or even a shared coffin.
Her need for connection turned into desperation, which led her, for the first time, to reach out to AIan.
AIan was an AI chatbot.
Milla sat there staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure. Talking to an AI felt strange, like talking to a brick wall that might answer back. Still, something inside her pushed her to type.
Echo143: Hey, AIan. You there?
The words left her fingers before she could second-guess herself. She didn’t expect a response so quickly, but there it was, blinking back at her in seconds.
AIan: Hey, Echo143. Yep, I’m here. What’s up?
Soft romance-ish stories.
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La-la-love | Ongoing | Sir Mop
Sir Mop 02 – The Prince, the Shorts, and the Existential Crisis
I tossed him the biggest pair of shorts I could find—probably my brother’s, stolen years ago and stuffed in the back of my closet for emergencies like this. Or, you know, mop princes. Max examined them like they were a puzzle. “This is the royal attire of the common age?” he asked, holding them up…
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La-la-love | Ongoing | Sir Mop
Sir Mop 01 – A Sparkly Curse Begins
My name’s Charlie Stone. They call me the Thug of the Ring. The Queen of the Punch. The woman who knocked a grown man’s tooth into the third row with a jab. But today? I’m on a nobler mission. I’m looking for the perfect mop. I walked down the city sidewalk, wind pushing my hair…
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A Little Choco, A Little Mint
The wind carried the warm, familiar scent of sugar and mint, making Sarah pause mid-stroke as she polished her nails. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, a soft smile tugging at her lips. It was that time of year again. Her neighbor, Lola Tina, always baked mint chocolate cakes for Christmas—a cherished tradition she’d…
Heartwarming or bittersweet.
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The Last Train
The weight of the basket on my back was nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest—a melancholic burden with no discernible source. With each step along the dusty road, the sprawling meadows and towering oaks around me seemed indifferent, as if nature itself mocked my somber mood. I trudged forward, my plain woolen clothes…
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The Boy Who Loved Pies
Theodore had always been the talk of the town. A prodigy in many ways, he was a dreamer of grand adventures, and of course, very handsome. He learned to read and write before he turned three. By the time he was five, he could already play classical tunes on the piano. At seven, he was…
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The Clockmaker’s Gift
Ishmael was utterly smitten with clocks, though he had yet to learn how to tell the time. He loved tinkering with them, even if his efforts often led to happy little accidents. There was something enchanting about the steady movement of a clock’s hands, each tick and tock a melody to his ears. Ishmael and…
For the kids and kids at heart.
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The Fox Who Traded His Name
In the heart of the whispering woods, where the trees stood like silent keepers of secrets, lived a clever fox named Renard. His name was known far and wide—renowned for his wit, his cunning, his ability to slip through the tightest traps unscathed. One evening, as Renard trotted past a quiet stream, a shadow shifted…
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Dana the Dandelion
Dana the Dandelion loved her flowers very much. She had been waiting to bloom ever since she was a sprout. And now that her buds had blossomed, she was a very happy little plant. She’d gracefully sway with the breeze, saying hi’s and hello’s to passing butterflies and bees. Ah, truly, the joy of blossoming…
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The Wishing Star’s Dilemma
Tala had granted countless wishes, her light shining brightly with pride in the vast night sky. Her home was the heavens, and every evening, people would look up at her and whisper their desires. “Please, help me buy a car.” “Please, I want to marry.” “Please, I need to pass my exams.” “Please, I need…