Grammy trudged back toward the house, wiping sweat from her brow. She had just finished her farm chores, which, under normal circumstances, might involve feeding chickens or gathering eggs. But today was different. Today, her grandsons—Sawyer and Creighton, the two most powerful toddlers to ever exist—had lifted entire cows, casually […]Read more »
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Creighton was a boy of many talents. At just 16 months old, he had mastered astrophysics, cracked quantum mechanics wide open, and once reorganized the Wi-Fi at Grammy and DoDad’s house just to prove a point. But tonight, his concerns were simpler: gathering eggs. Even geniuses had chores. He and […]Read more »
In the dimly lit breakroom of the Nestlé factory, amidst the dull hum of vending machines and the occasional clatter of microwaved burritos, our hero—known to his colleagues as The Watcher—faced an existential crisis unlike any before. It began with a simple glance at his phone. His digital lifeline. His […]Read more »
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over Grammy’s backyard. It was a perfect spring day—the kind where even the bees seemed too relaxed to sting anyone. The scent of fresh grass mixed with the aroma of Grammy’s coffee as she sat in her lawn chair, sipping slowly, watching Sawyer […]Read more »