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Wed, 27 Aug 2025 13:13:20 +0000

DALL-E Generations #5

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Tue, 11 Mar 2025 05:03:30 +0000

Whispers in the WolfTown Mall I woke up to theContinue Reading

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Thu, 06 Feb 2025 06:26:23 +0000

The Mystery at Wolf's Inn The wind howledContinue Reading

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Thu, 25 Jan 2024 04:21:55 +0000

The last escape of George Marlow In the heart ofContinue Reading

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Tue, 19 Dec 2023 02:52:59 +0000

DALL-E Generations #4

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Thu, 14 Dec 2023 02:01:39 +0000

DALL-E Generations #3

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Sat, 09 Dec 2023 05:34:14 +0000

DALL-E Generations #2 Here are some hilarious and interesting DALL-E generations that I have made. I always yearn to see just what the limits are to this AI.

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Sun, 19 Nov 2023 04:19:46 +0000

DALL-E Generations #1 (Cat Edition) Welcome to a new little series where I show off some of my DALL-E creations. I love using dalle to create the most unusual situations and I feel these came out decently

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Sat, 29 Jul 2023 07:06:22 +0000

Zombie Apocalypse Chapter 2: The Long Journey Home The morning light seeped in through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, rousing me from a restless sleep. The house I had taken shelter in was eerily quiet, the only sound being the distant moans of the undead. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, the events of the previous day still fresh in my mind. The office, the chaos, the… creatures. I shook my head, trying to dispel the horrific images. I had to focus. I had to get home. I gathered my belongings, stuffing the meager food supplies into my pink, flower-patterned backpack. I slung the shotgun over my shoulder, the weight of it a grim reminder of the new reality I found myself in. I took one last look around the dilapidated house before moving the cabinet away from the door. The outside world greeted me with a chilling silence, the once bustling suburban neighborhood now a ghost town. I moved cautiously, keeping to the shadows as I navigated the deserted streets. The sight of abandoned cars and empty houses was a stark contrast to the vibrant community I remembered. Every now and then, I would catch sight of a shambling figure in the distance, a grotesque caricature of the person they once were. I kept my distance, avoiding confrontation whenever possible. As the day wore on, I found myself growing increasingly weary. The physical exertion, coupled with the constant state of high alert, was taking its toll. I needed to rest, but I knew I couldn’t afford to stop. Not yet. I had to get home. I had to know if my family was safe. By the time the sun began to set, I was on the outskirts of the city. The familiar sight of my neighborhood was a welcome one, but it did little to ease the knot of dread in my stomach. The streets were deserted, the houses standing silent and empty. I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest as I neared my home. The house was just as I had left it, the front door slightly ajar. I approached slowly, my shotgun at the ready. I pushed the door open, wincing at the creaking sound it made. The inside of the house was dark, the only light coming from the setting sun outside. I called out, my voice echoing in the empty house. There was no response. I moved from room to room, my heart sinking with each empty space. The living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms… all empty. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. They were gone. My family was gone. I sank to the floor, the weight of my loss threatening to crush me. The silence of the house was deafening, each tick of the clock a stark reminder of my solitude. I don’t know how long I sat there, lost in my grief. But eventually, the need to survive overpowered my despair. I couldn’t afford to give up. Not now. I spent the rest of the night fortifying the house, barricading the doors and windows as best as I could. I knew it wouldn’t hold forever, but it would buy me some time. Time to rest, to plan, to figure out my next move. As I settled down for the night, I couldn’t help but think about the dream I had the previous night. The dream where I was a dog, struggling to survive in a harsh world. It felt eerily similar to my current situation. But unlike the dog in my dream, I didn’t have a friendly human to take me in. I was on my own. As I drifted off to sleep, I made a promise to myself. I would survive. I would find my family. And I would not let this new, horrifying world break me. This was just the beginning of my journey. The road home was long and fraught with danger, but I was ready to face whatever came myContinue Reading

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Wed, 18 Jan 2023 15:39:38 +0000

A Blaze of Agony: The arrival of a inquisitive traveler One thousand years ago, there lived a group of humans who all worshipped twoContinue Reading

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Wed, 12 Oct 2022 18:41:00 +0000

Melony's Pitfall (The Murderer of Berlin) Back in 2017, I started a shortContinue Reading

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Thu, 15 Sep 2022 02:21:44 +0000

Zombie Apocalypse Chapter 1: A horrors beginning IContinue Reading

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Wed, 14 Sep 2022 18:39:52 +0000

Zombie Apocalypse: Night of terror Nightfall cameContinue Reading

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Tue, 31 May 2022 01:06:20 +0000

Zombie Apocalypse: Destroyed City After I foundContinue Reading

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Tue, 25 Jan 2022 07:12:55 +0000

Zombie Apocalypse: End of the first night QuiteContinue Reading