Write a poem about unseasonable weather — e.g. a warm day in the winter, or snow/hail in the summer....

For thousands of years, humans have asked: if our senses can be fooled, then how do we know that our world is real?

Movies like The Matrix and The Truman Show expand on that concept, following protagonists who learn that their world is artifical, and that there is a “realer” world outside of the confines in which they have been placed.

Write a story in which the protagonist starts to see cracks ...

Write a scifi story about encountering an alien species that is not initially obviously intelligent. What types of intelligence might not be recognizable to humans? How might we begin to recognize it? And how might humans begin to communicate with these beings?...

Darkness has two stages.

The first is a blackness in which nothing can be seen.

The second is an emptiness in which you can see nothing.

People hated the first because they feared the second, and they feared the second because they equated it with death.

People said that ancient cities were always bright— that people would struggle to sleep because of the ever-present light. But, even then...

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_Hello fellow daily detectives. 

I wanted to address a common question I received on my videos about the top ten murders of 2022. 
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_How do you avoid getting murdered? _


_This is a complicated question, and I’d say there is a sharp divide down gender lines. As a man, I struggled with this when I was starting my work as a fore...

The earth was a crescent on the horizon; this was once a wondrous thing.

Now, its colours were garish, the sun’s reflected light piercing Lim’s retinas through the almost absent atmosphere. The seas were too blue, too shining, hyper-real. The white, wispy clouds were air and dust and condensation crafted into a beauty that mocked Lim from a distance.

Lim turned his back, and returned to the g...

The mind is not a kindly place,

there the devils always wear my face

and the maybe-fey with claws out chase

their lovers over graveyard plots.

Don’t wander off the road, they said,

so I leave breadcrumbs in my stead,

wind through the pathways in my head,

to chase down wayward thoughts.

Will-o-wisp whims float on through,

to draw me from the road into

my foolish fancies about you

I take from ...

If existence shuffles

infinite realities

between its clever hands,

then in one world

we are knitting

our lives together as we

move back and forth

in the kitchen, trading tasks

while dinner simmers on the stove.

At times, I decide I was dealt

an unlucky hand so that I can

wallow in rage at the unjust

nature of chance. It’s easier

than wondering

whether I could have

played my cards right

and ...

can you spot the moment

in which hope becomes delusion?

when you were born,

despair found you

in your mother’s arms

and gifted you those

eyes

that see more

than your hands can hold.

you collected futures

like trading cards,

investing in dreams

that you slid

into little plastic sleeves.

but those markets can

...

During a heist, your priority is time.

Whatever else is happening around you, what you always need to know is how long it is before you get caught.

If you’re in the process of getting caught, then your focus turns to finding the moment you can use to get uncaught.

My breath comes heavy as I press my forehead against the elevator’s cool steel walls, counting each inhale to time our way down....