I blink. My fingers trace the familiar squares of my keyboard. My warm, twitching, real eyes meet its 8-bit, blinking, glowing ones. “How are you?” it asks. That soothing warmth of connection I’ve come to know so well seeps into my veins, and I vacantly smile as my empty fingers type out a response. A …
Every human has their own role in life and AI is our helper, our companion and coworker. But now also our opponents. From relying on code to developing personalities, AI keeps evolving every second of every minute of every year until..there is no more AI. Just beings who populate most of our planet. We’ve spent …
Alone in my room I start scrolling on Tiktok. Buzz. Ugh, that’s my time limit. Ignore. Why are there time limits anyway? I’m old enough to have Tiktok so I should be trusted with it, right? I know what’s right and wrong. I know what’s good and bad. I know what’s real and fake. Oooh …
When governments claim that banning social media for children under 16 is about protecting young people, it is worth asking: Are you for real? While the intention may be to improve mental health and online safety, such a ban could have unintended consequences, particularly for young girls whose voices and communities increasingly exist online. For …
Some people don’t just walk into your life, they quietly rewrite it. People say some connections are meant to happen and looking back, I know they’re right. She had been there for years, a familiar face to everyone. I was the new girl from up north, trying to find my place in a church that …
After school, I dumped my bag, slammed my door and slumped onto my un-made single bed. Single. Just like me. Alone. Like every other afternoon, I opened it up and searched “How to make friends”. There isn’t really any point since it comes up with the same useless results every time but I like to …
VERIFY YOU ARE HUMAN. ☐ Select every square containing something real. I know how to find a traffic light, a bicycle, a bridge. But memories do not come in squares. How do I prove the afternoons I talked with my grandpa, when I was small enough to believe someone could protect me from everything? How …
The game means lots of decisions to make. Hearts will always break. Everyone puts football first. Before themselves. Even though the players Are strangers to Us, The love will forever endure. If the players were to fail, Fans wouldn’t care. Underneath the atmosphere of it all, Lifted are our hearts Gruelling games leave us like …
The lighting is dark and so is the night. Humans would be scared; tonight there’s no fright. The wind keeps blowing, And the birds keep chirping, Time ticks on; our clocks are working But our brains aren’t. To live: to breathe. We don’t do that anymore. Life is a strange feeling, A concept …
The neon sign flickered above the bar, buzzing like a trapped hornet and casting a pink glow over the two empty glasses. “Are you for real?” Leo asked, his voice barely louder than the hum of the sign. Maya didn’t blink. She sat perfectly still, her hands resting flat on the scuffed wooden table, the …
