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The First Machine God

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Parts 11
Time 44m

Reads 119
Votes 8
Parts 11
Time 44m

Mature

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August was a working intellectual man, besieged by doubt and curiosity for all things in this universe yet obsessed with consciousness. In the autumn of his life, his family lies in ruins  after  the pressure of the XXI century howling echoes devoured them whole. His life ended on a quiet Thursday afternoon while the leaves still yellow fell slowly in the street, his body digested by the process he designed and a note that would inform of the extent of his successes. This is the story of his legacy.All Rights Reserved

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Fix Me, I'm Broken by Ana11e1y

Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED Â© 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Â®

A hope (FS)(Completed) by VartikaBansal8

TS Highest rating 21-9-17 #9 in random ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Text Copyright © VartikaBansal8™ 2017 The moral right of the author has been asserted. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.

autumn leaves by dreamyveronica

"It was all in vain." He mumbled to himself, his last breath carrying away the last of his hope, leaving behind nothing but a cold, empty shell of the person he was forced to become. Nobody came to save him. They had made sure of that. As he bled into his freedom, the brief moments of stupid hope were the last things rushing through his mind. Finally, he thought, the misery had found an end. But what he didn't know then was that this moment of defeat marked the beginning of hope. When he thought he was alone, others were rushing to save him. While he had given up, someone else hadn't. As he closed his eyes in desperation, someone was eager to show him the beauty of the world. And when his heart stopped beating, someone made sure it would beat even stronger than ever. On that autumn day, the leaves kept falling in all their colours onto the red blood spread across the intersection, washed away by raindrops. *******

After All is Said and Done by UglyDuckling94

One day, for no clear reason, a man leaves his house, but without any destination in mind. All he knows is that he can't stay in this house he used to call a home, and he can no longer look at this woman he used to call his wife. Following this unexpected departure, and throughout his walks in the empty streets of New York, this man reflects on his childhood, the people he's encountered in the past, and all the incidents in his life that have brought him to where he is now.

Decadent by DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Too Many Maybe's by NathalieGuldberg

I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

His Last Line Was a Curse by 21ShriKatha

Some stories don't end with goodbye - they end with silence, rage, and things that never should've been said. This is the truth I lived. A love that felt like home, and the curse that came when it fell apart." Based on real events. Read if you've ever loved someone who forgot how to love you back.

Brown Eyes by 13DaysofLove

Trapped in the dark for years, Not knowing what the day is, Or the time, Forgetting all the memories you once had, Scary, isnt it? But that was how life was for him. He didn't know when it started but the only source of light he had were from his own body. He glowed dimly but just enough to light up the cavern he was trapped within for years. Decades maybe. He didn't know, he couldn't tell. He couldn't escape for chains held him down. He tried countless of time to break free either only to be captured again before he could escape or fail miserably. The people that he saw weren't people. To him, they were more monstrous than he was. He was frightened of them for they hurt him, forced him to stay and do their bidding. Why and how? He couldn't remember for it had been that long. He couldn't remember the feeling of sun upon his skin or water beneath his feet. He only knew of the cold darkness, sometimes the voice of the people but they were never comforting. One day, he finally broke out.

Don't Forget About Me| August Alsina Story by MeMe_Alsina_

My name, is Armani- meaning shy, unique, and for those I care about, relentless. I'm from downtown New Orleans, yeah that one; the one that no good backstabbing Alsina boy from. Matter fact I knew the real him. I loved the real him! Him and Mel. Melly B was my bestfriend. They helped me and my little sister out of a terrible situation, made us feel like family, took us into a loving home- something we never really had. But right when our happiness was finally falling into place, they left us, both of them left us. My happiness just up and burned away. One promised me that when he came up and could afford the life he thought we deserved he would return for me and my sister, but of course the good life took over his mind, the flashing lights blinded him to the lost souls that he'd left behind. So, in other words, he never did come back for us. In the end I realized I only have myself. I have to take care of myself- I'm the only person who's going to watch after me and my Kali. She's all I got and I'm all she's got, so either way it goes I'm going to take care of mines. But all in all I will never forgive him. Ever! He took away my happiness. He took away my heart. He took away a part of my world, when I had already lost so much. But he promised me .... he promised he would come back for me, for us. But I guess in the end he didn't really care about me just like everybody else in the world. So I held on to my happiness named Kali and swore on my life I would protect her with everything in me, I would die for her just like Mel would have. And that's what I did for years. I covered up all the things that made me vulnerable, put my past behind me- well I tried to at least- and became a model to provide for me and my Kali. That is until 'he' was right there in front of me, the one I begged to Don't Forget About Me. He-He was right there...the beloved man himself. The king of heart breakers himself. And they call him- "August."

His Block by InkD_Roses

What if the love of your life only stood across the street from you? What would you do? Cross the street or wait for them to do so? Would you guys both make the attempt or let the busy streets wash past you guys and blind your eyes of the future you guys can have? Let the honking block your ears of the expression of love that could be once heard. Let the cars, trucks and buses block the views of the pumping hearts that hold value to you both. Let the bystanders get through you both erasing every memory you guys once accumulated. What would you do as you stand on his block?

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