Short Stories

Grok.ai : Below is a refined version of the short novel. The revisions focus on: 1. Introducing Subtle Conflict: Added a minor creative challenge in Aria’s Lagos collaboration (Chapter Three) and a moment of personal reflection tied to her love for ancient history (Chapter Eight). 2. Deepening Characters: Integrated Aria’s interest in psychology and ancient history into her actions and thoughts, fleshed out Alex’s vulnerability, and gave Lil a slightly larger role in the epilogue. 3. Streamlining Pacing: Condensed the Midday Meal chapter and merged Twilight Hours with Homebound to tighten the narrative. Removed repetitive descriptions (e.g., cafeteria details) to focus on key elements like the Artisan Archive and Nocturne Sessions. 4. Polishing Prose: Smoothed out metaphors (e.g., replaced “feel it in her teeth”), varied sentence structure, and enhanced clarity while maintaining the lyrical tone. 5. Expanding Key Elements: Added depth to the Artisan Archive’s global impact (Chapter Thr...

A short novel by Ly DeSandaru in collaboration with ChatGPT (with a few tweaks by Gemini and Grok) Genre: Sci-fi   In a Futurist Society...  It's 7:00...  Aria (an Electronic Artisan) at Neo-Harvest Commune, Somewhere on Planet Earth... [Bio - Aria : Gender: Female, Age: 28, Occupation: Electronic Artisan, Field of Specialisation(1): Electronic & Digital Arts, Hobbies: Ancient History / Psychology /...] Chapter 1.One: Wake & Sync Seven Hundred 7:00 The ceiling above her was alive. Not with lightbulbs or panels — but with flow. Soft hues pulsed in waves: coral pink bleeding into gentle heliotrope, washing the walls of the studio pod-home with the hues of a programmable sunrise. Aria stirred under the weightless throw, her breath syncing slowly to the ambient audio loop playing just beneath consciousness. It was one of hers — a new piece. Composed from electromagnetic field recordings off the wind-cut basalt of a northern shoreline, filtered through her own custom...

A poem by Ly DeSandaru in collaboration with ChatGPT Long ago, beneath silver beams,   In lands now lost to times and dreams,   Stood spires tall and temples bright,   Bathed in golden, ancient light.   Atlantis shone with wisdom vast,   Mu stood strong in ages past.   Lemuria hummed with voices old,   Their secrets carved in stone and gold.   They were no gods, yet seemed divine,   Masters of the earth’s design.   They touched the stars, they knew the deep,   And woke the world from primal sleep. But even empires, proud and grand,   Must bow beneath time’s shifting sand.   The ice withdrew, the heavens turned,   The winds arose, the oceans burned.   Some say a comet, fierce and bright,   Split the sky with fatal light.   Others whisper, low and deep,   They woke a force that should not leap.   The s...

A novel by Ly DeSandaru in collaboration with AI. Where the Caspian Sea whispers to the wind, there once stood a mound - old and wise, kissed by time’s embrace. To those who wandered there, it was but a mound of stone, sacred yet silent. But to those who knew, it was the last vestige of the teachings of a Thathagatha. A Buddha named Kashyapa, whose light had shone brightly in ages beyond "the dawn of time". His followers, the Aryas, were not bound by name or place but by the purity of their hearts, walking paths of wisdom and light. They were the noble ones, whose hearts echoed the Buddha's peace, left behind not empires, but songs - songs etched in the turning of the swastikas, a symbol of cosmic harmony. For many generations, their truth was carried across the earth, passed down like a treasured flame. Yet time, like the wind, slowly wore away their name, though their spirit lingered in the songs of the stars and in the echoes of ancient stones. First Arya, via virtues....