The wave at New Years eve (a story written by AI)The wave at New Years eve has swept many people from the deep reality ...
RidingI don’t remember what actually happened before the drama ...
Cities built on knowledgeThe photograph was taken at the Royal Danish Library in the center of ...
Fragile resistanceA shell of its former self, but still standing, against all odds. ...
in case you were wondering.65 per cent of Belgians think their country’s EU membership is a ...
letterbox.I was away from home for exactly 83 hours, and these are the flyers ...
balmy breezetime for stories make believe will it last through woolly eyes for you ...
by the bye.Let’s be zeros and ones. * Can I be one? * Yes. I’m zero, then. * ...
Hopeless dreams I had always dreamed of a garden. A garden full of flowers in ...
ImagineSummer colours, the fresh green grass and golden sun in the hair and ...
Spooked Butterfly“Good morning,” they wished to each other. “What a lovely day, ...
They came from far away – a dialog written by Artificial Intelligence (AI)They came from far away, and yet they were right here. I know they ...
point five.And then all of a sudden I shrink. I become precisely one clothing ...
popsicle.I am with you because I recently got dumped and I want to prove to ...
Beginning 2Looking at Winter, I could feel the wind at my back and the cold water ...
InfinityHe stands beside you, and you smell his breath. You smell the compost ...
Bluebells on the forest ground – a story written by artificial intelligence[AI] Bluebells on the forest ground. Little flowers tinting everything ...
still and all.Slabs of concrete. Probably weigh a ton each. Literally. A ton. * And ...
one michelin star.Please don’t call. And definitely don’t visit. You can finish my ...
Under the oak tree – a photo story written by artificial intelligence[AI] Under the oak tree at the end of the green, / In a tiny ...
smaller than life.I slipped and my left hand went through a window. Industrial glass. ...
white on white.“Will you ever furnish this place?” Jake’s here. Jake’s ...
Wild and FreeThey were blue, yellow and green. Moving so fast and smoothly. True ...
twenty laps.It’s not the speed you want, don’t push it. It’s the calories ...
Flowers for youThey are for you! I don’t know if you deserve them or not. This ...
A day in lifeThe bright light and one more funny AI nonsense story. Sorry for rough ...
white nights.No, wait, let me explain. You might have got it wrong. These people ...
thin air.Crows in the kitchen. Happened upon them as I was about to fix myself ...
2° north of marsThere is red and blue and sky and sea of the world. In these days, in ...
A MemoryWhat would life be without memories? How could we survive in the ...
my festive vertigo.Frankly, this is not the right moment for reflection. For multiple ...
better left unsaid.The plunge was brutal. A near-death experience. But then—what do I ...
The Last of the MohicansA long journey has come to a stop. The soldiers must be hungry. The ...
prom queen.When you are introduced because you cannot introduce yourself. When ...
Journal: Trip in Iceland with Photoresk, Day 6That day we went to Jokulsarlon Glacier area. We did some photography ...
Drops of meaning in our daily websHow to come up with something important to say? What a struggle, ha? ...
Journal: Trip in Iceland with Photoresk, Day 2The day after visiting Reykjavik, our group explored the Golden ...
.lollipop or cotton candy. he couldn’t make up his mind. his ...
To be a birdTo be a bird fly in the blue in the sky a life so true and high ...
Interactions with the red-eyed dogNoticed adorable interactions with the red-eyes dog at the ...
Fly me to these nutsThis photostory is about a clever parrot who discovered the biggest, ...
Sound of the CloudsLet me know your thoughts. ...
Same topics – different storiesOften we post about the same topics, all around the world. But is it ...
pan-pan.(Knock, knock.) Oh, I haven’t seen you enter. (Knock, knock.) Okay, ...
Journal: Trip in Iceland with Photoresk, Day 5I have already mentioned how much I enjoyed the Autumn colours, and I ...
thick red dominos.I called out to you, “Hey, Gareth.” And you said your name ...
Opening at the EndShe just sat there, without a dress, her thighs graciously open, ...
The lonely letterboxThe lonely letterbox, the struggling goose-pigeons and the snotty cat ...
DancersThe light was dancing. It embraced the whole place. A place not so ...
journal.Questions still linger The jury is out Looks likes that’s their ...
any old day.a croissant with strawberry jam (not home made, but very decent), a ...
without title.Green as blood, repugnant pink, sophist blue—blueish? ...
sun’s gone.I wanted to leave a mark. Of any kind. For posterity, to get noticed, ...
We are worth love and belongingWhy is it so hard to take help, yet so easy to help others? It could ...
on photos and stories.Belgian veteran jet fighter pilot. I met him at the National Day ...
Drops of HennaSince ancient times, henna has been used to die skin, hair and ...
note at the bottom of the page.It begins with a name, I suppose. [beat] “What’s your name?” ...
belief vs evidence.“Would you say it was the right choice?” “No.” ...
dead reckoning.picking up her pulverised bones, neatly sealed in a plastic bag, ...
license to carry.Jake had jumped jail and he knew this time he wasn’t going to take ...
note to self.frankly, i was hoping for much, much more. ...
Not-a-Lonely TreeIt was like a big mushroom, just standing by a little road in an empty ...
conflicting accounts.up the stairs. landings. recurring thoughts, a running monologue. — ...
The road chooses youTime. The luxury of time. Freedom to choose the direction. Freedom to ...