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Avashk

8
Writings
2
Followers
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Following

Avashk

8
Writings
2
Followers
4
Following
Real Or Unreal

Avashk

1 min read

I woke up and found myself here.


The sky stretched endlessly, the soft breeze carrying the scent of salt and sun. The beach was pristine—too pristine. The waves rolled in gentle, rhythmic patterns, like clockwork. I bent down, scooping up a handful of warm sand, letting it slip between my fingers.


It looked real. It felt real.


I stepped forward, my foot sinking slightly into the wet shore. The ...

Fantasy

Science fiction

Last Car

Avashk

1 min read

It was one of the last remaining cars that still worked without AI.


The vehicle rumbled forward, its headlights cutting through the mist. Shahin squinted, his breath visible in the cold air. How did they find this car? And more importantly, who were they?


He had a feeling. If they had managed to keep a machine like this running, they couldn’t be under AI control. Maybe—just maybe—they were the r...

Adventure

Science fiction

4
2
Pets

Avashk

1 min read

It was not known how humans had once communicated with cats.


According to AI-generated cat models, they were unpredictable—wild. They could attack their owners at any moment. Every AI simulation failed to make them completely safe.


She closed her eyes, imagining what it would feel like to touch such an animal. A strange sensation washed over her. No. She couldn’t. There was a reason all animal...

1
Frozen Lake

Avashk

1 min read

He walked carefully across the frozen lake, his boots pressing lightly against the slippery surface. The ice was white and bluish, smooth and silent beneath him.


Then, a thunderbolt struck.


He froze in place. Small cracks appeared, thin and delicate at first, then branching out like veins. He was far from the shore. He took a small step back—then stopped. He had wanted this. He had planned thi...

2
Back Of The Book

Avashk

2 min read

Dear Hasan


I am writing you this letter not with my hand but with my eyes. As I am looking down to the paper, the words are appearing by my smart pen. Although I could have just think and my cellphone would have transferred my thoughts into a letter, but I am old fashioned. I always preferred the sound of sketching and the smell of pen and fresh paper. At the same time I am lazy to write it mysel...

Science fiction

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