Tag: SpilledInk

I decided to test out an A.I. named Salli to read my story this week. Listen and let me know what you think. Stream it and read along with the text! It was the same room as yesterday. The day before that, the day before that. One single-paned window provided…

Guilliean reads her original monologue of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! Okay, so you think you know my story right? You think you know, but you have no idea. You see the stuff I post on social media that makes it look like I…

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! Miriam woke up with a start. The bedsprings squeaked as she yawned. The haze of sleep guided her eyes to Agnes. The bottle-blonde slipped on her black cotton top, blinking at her phone….

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! My name wasn’t always Mary. A Biblical name, the cross we bear that is entwined with that female epithet, the feminine sanguinity that spills with every moon’s phase. It was gifted to me….

Guilliean reads the second half of her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! “I wish I knew what that was. I mean, work is work, but I don’t feel fulfilled. What about you?” he asked. “What about me?” I replied. “What do…

Guilliean reads part of her short story. Stream it and read along with the text! Finally. Lunch. I could unwind for 60 minutes away from the madness and try to get back to square one before I would have to go back for another three hours and do it all…

Guilliean reads her short story. Stream it and read along with the text! “What a pretty balloon,” remarked the lady. I looked up. It was a plain latex balloon, purple, tied off with two strings, weighed down by yellow, heart-shaped weights. “Is it yours?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t…

Kendra the AI reads the short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! I created their world seven days ago. Now, I will have to wait to hear from anyone. You don’t get honesty from a girl like me every day. Unlike some deities,…