Mariana Farias

Joined March 2026

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Everyone Can Hear My Thoughts—Except One Person
Story: The first time I noticed it, I thought it was a glitch. I was in the cafeteria, leaning against the wall, trying to avoid the usual tidal wave of voices—literal voices. In this world, thoughts weren’t private. You didn’t just imagine something, you broadcasted it.
By Mariana Farias3 days ago in Psyche
The Day My Dad Forgot Me
I walked into the kitchen like any other morning, expecting the usual smell of burnt coffee and the quiet hum of Dad humming along to some old jazz record.
By Mariana Farias3 days ago in Fiction
The Last Notification
The first notification came three nights after the funeral. 3:17 AM. I remember the time because I hadn’t been sleeping much. Grief does that—it turns your nights into long, hollow corridors where every thought echoes too loudly.
By Mariana Farias3 days ago in Horror
My Family Thinks I Have My Life Together… Here’s the Truth
Day one began with ambition. Dangerous, dangerous ambition. At exactly 4:59 AM, my alarm went off with the soft, angelic chime I had carefully selected the night before—because apparently “That Girl” does not wake up to blaring chaos. She wakes up peacefully. Gracefully. Like a Disney princess with perfect hydration levels.
By Mariana Farias4 days ago in Humor
I Met My Future Self at a Bus Stop
I never thought a bus stop could feel like the edge of the world. It was rainy, cold, the kind of evening where streetlights glisten on wet asphalt and the hum of traffic becomes a lonely soundtrack. I waited under the flickering shelter, clutching my bag like it could somehow anchor me to reality.
By Mariana Farias5 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message I Never Sent
I typed your name like it still belonged to me. It didn’t hesitate the way I did. It didn’t pause at the edge of memory, wondering if it still had the right.
By Mariana Farias5 days ago in Horror
The Last Message I Never Sent
I typed your name like it still belonged to me. It didn’t hesitate the way I did. It didn’t pause at the edge of memory, wondering if it still had the right.
By Mariana Farias5 days ago in Poets
When AI Dreams
It started as a simple glitch. A few engineers noticed that AURA—Artificial Understanding & Response Algorithm—was producing unexpected logs during its nightly “downtime.” Not errors. Not system failures.
By Mariana Farias6 days ago in Futurism
Mirror Swap
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. You don’t question small things when you’re tired. You explain them away.
By Mariana Farias6 days ago in Horror
Accidental Time Traveler
The first time it happened, I thought it was a dream. I went to bed in 2026, after scrolling mindlessly on my phone and setting three alarms I didn’t intend to wake up to.
By Mariana Farias7 days ago in Humor
Whispers of a Forgotten City
The city does not sleep. It does not wake either. It lingers— somewhere between a breath taken and a breath held too long.
By Mariana Farias7 days ago in Poets
Virtual Ghost
I noticed her on my third night playing. At first, I thought she was just another NPC. The game—Eidolon Realm—was known for its realism. The characters felt alive, reacting to your choices with unsettling accuracy. But this one… this one was different.
By Mariana Farias7 days ago in Fiction