In the enchanted library, I discovered a book with fading pages. As I read, the words disappeared into thin air, lost forever. Curiosity consumed me, and I delved deeper into the story. Suddenly, I found myself transported inside the tale, destined to become the protagonist. The only way to escape was to rewrite the ending, preserving the words and my existence.
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly7 days ago in Fiction
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