The Sparta Spirit

By Caitlin C Editor's note: This is a sequel to the 1995 short story, "The Man in the Well" by Ira Sher. Click HERE to read the original on Commonlit.org. Part 1: Reunion I was nine when I discovered the man in the well. I’m 24 now and still feel guilty. I was playing with my friends and found a man stuck inside of a well. I don’t know why I didn’t help. I decided it was time to make things right. I made a group call of all my childhood friends and told them to meet back at the well. Wendy was the first to arrive, then Arthur, Aaron, Grace, and Jason. They all had grown up but still had an evil little smirk on each of their faces. Robby was the only one who wasn’t here. He died of cancer when he was 19. “Guys, I think we have to make things right,” I said wearily. “Are you okay?” Wendy asked. Arthur nudged her as if to say, “Stop”. Wendy and Arthur were newlyweds, but Wendy looked unhappy as ever. “I’m going to call the police,” I sta

An Explanation for Déjà Vu: an Article

By Timmy T Déjà vu can be described as a phenomenon in which an individual has a recognition that he has already experienced his present situation. Déjà vu has baffled psychologists for years. The only logical explanation stems from incredibly rare mental disorders. For example, memory trace may lead to the sensation that a person in a situation has already experienced it in the past. Thus, encountering something that evokes the implicit associations of an experience or sensation that cannot be remembered may lead to déjà vu. In an effort to reproduce the sensation experimentally, two doctors named Dr. Banister and Zangwill used hypnosis to give participants posthypnotic amnesia for material they had already seen. When this was later re-encountered, the restricted activation caused thereafter by the posthypnotic amnesia resulted in 3 of the 10 participants reporting what the authors termed "paramnesias". A 2012 study that used virtual reality technology to study repo

Original Artwork

By Anonymous This piece was inspired by an album cover by the band Ghost .

Movie Review: Ran (1985)

By Jagger N The following is a review of a 1985 film called Ran . It was directed by Akira Kurosawa and is widely regarded as a cinematic classic. Absolutely beautiful film. A piece of art with color use unlike anything I've ever seen before. I wish I could live in this place despite all of that fire and fighting, just seeing that landscape in real life would put you in a trance. As well as that, this narrative is also beautiful. A masterful retelling of Shakespeare's King Lear. A grand story that is huge in scale to match the actual scale of the rest of the film. So thoroughly entertaining as well. Definitely makes me want to watch more Kurosawa as this left me dumbfounded and really made me have a realization moment as to this other layer of film that I had yet to discover. This makes the debate of Kurosawa being the best director ever make total sense. This is a revolutionary film that went on to alter cinema as we know it. A truly breathtaking masterwork Rating: 99.5/100

Nothing artificial ‘bout this intelligence! Part: 1

By: Karen Typewriter Last year I posted a ChatGPT vs. Humanity game and now I want to one up it. Rather than AI vs student I'm going to do AI vs AI. The 2 AI's I will be using are ChatGPT and Facemoji AI. I am proud to present the new series from Karen Typewriter: Nothing artificial ‘bout this intelligence! The prompt for this time was, "Write a song about a bunch of stupid calculators." ChatGPT (Verse 1) In a classroom full of numbers, where the scholars meet, There's a bunch of silly calculators, tapping to the beat, They're buzzing in confusion, making errors left and right, But they're charming in their own way, causing quite a sight. (Chorus) Oh, the stupid calculators, with their buttons all askew, They're trying to be clever, but they don't have a clue, They add when they should multiply, and divide instead of subtract, Oh, the stupid calculators, what a quirky, funny act. (Verse 2) They struggle with equations, can't solve a simple s

The News: a Micropasta

By LIMU EMU I woke up like I would every other time I tried to sleep: drenched in sweat, shivering, afraid to go back to sleep. I have this recurring dream--something involving static. I can't quite remember exactly what happens though. I glance over at my clock, it reads 3:00 am. I sigh, attempting to release all my bad thoughts out of my mind. I hop out of bed as quickly as possible —too afraid to go back to that dream— and walk over to the bathroom mirror. My bags have gotten worse , I think to myself. What should I do to wait out my time? I slip into my coziest PJ’s and wander down my staircase. Halfway down the stairs, I notice something blurry in the kitchen. I take off my glasses, clean them, and put them back on--turns out it was just a smudge. I finish heading downstairs, but I trip on the last step and roll my ankle. Letting out a slight moan of pain, I get up and head to the fridge for an ice pack of sorts. As I pull open the freezer, I see something scurry a

The World of the Gods (a Short Story): Prologue

By Kylie Prologue Once, a long long time ago there were six gods. The goddess of nature, the god of wind, the goddess of fire, the god of water, the goddess of light and the god of darkness. Each of the gods had an earth born from their element. The gods were sworn to protect these earths but over time realized that there was nothing to protect. Nothing would ever happen; they would just sit on their earth all alone for eternity. Until one day the god of water Poseidon, made a path to the goddess of nature's Earth. He introduced himself and after staying with her for 10 years they fell in love and got married. The goddess of nature Gaia, had a baby girl Hebe the goddess of life. When Hebe was born so were two other beings. Over time the civilian population grew and Hebe grew too. She is now only 6 and as the goddess of life she must keep peace among the planet. Yet there were still those who thought that the gods were a sign of danger. So one day a servant of the gods fo

ChatGPT vs. Humanity: Part 2

By Karen Typewriter 3 weeks ago I published 2 short stories, one written by a student and one written by an AI called ChatGPT. This article will explain the experiment and reveal which one was written by the AI, so if you haven’t read the article, go there first. This Experiment In this experiment, I gave the same prompt to both ChatGPT and a student, then I let all of you vote on which one you thought was correct. The results: Story 2! While for some people it was fairly obvious, over 30% of people guessed wrong. Some people might not care or realize the problem but it's a real issue, to put it simply: AI has gotten too good. What is ChatGPT? ChatGPT is an online AI robot that can do pretty much anything. It's very cool but it comes with some problems. ChatGPT can write stories or poems or songs and so much more, but It's been blocked in lots of schools because students use it to do their work. Just as seen above, AI is almost impossible to tell apart from a real human.

The Dream: a Micropasta

by LIMU EMU The following story contains graphic descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. In the loudest silence I've ever heard, there came a tapping noise. The tap of water? The tap of shoes?… I started jogging, hoping they didn't hear me or know that I was there…tap, tap, tap, tap, until it got closer, and closer… That's when I felt the cold hand on my shoulder…I screamed bloody murder. Then, as I ran away, I felt something grab my wrist. It was cold, slimy, and boney… Like shredded skin, straight to the bone. I froze at the thought. “HELP, SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!” I yelled so hard my lungs burned. A hand covered my mouth, it wasn't my hand… It had flesh drooping off, creating fleshy puddles on the ground, the skin was decaying, its face- I saw the bone, and the cracks, the blood, and the patches of flesh. Dead, he's dead..! “You–you did this to me–YOU DID!!!” the dead man yelled out and tried to tear away at my face.

The World of the Gods (A Short Story): Chapter 1

By Kylie Chapter 1 Luke “You were only five when your mother died to protect you.” “Good night buddy.” “Night Uncle.” “You sure you don't want me to tuck you in?” “No, Uncle. I can do it myself, I'm going to be 16 in three days, you know.” “Yes, I know.” “Night.” “Night Luke.” Knock Knock. “Huuuh what.” “Ohh it's just a black bird.” Knock Knock “Uhhh will you stop it? I'm trying to sleep.” Knock Knock “Okay, what do you want?” Knock Knock “Do you want me to come outside?” Knock Knock Knock! “Uncle told me to never go outside at night though.” Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock!!! “Okay, Okay! I’ll come outside. It can't be that bad.” “Now, what do you want?” “Caw Caw.” “What are you doing?” Then the blackbird began to change into a creepy, ragged old sorcerer. “Wha…Wha–.” “Hahaha, you're mine now.” Then the sorcerer a

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