This is an experimental short story written in collaboration with the AI language model GPT-2 using the interface Talk to Transformer. A more complete explanation follows the story. # Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream By GPT-2 (via Talk to Transformer) and Peter Burton “I'm not sure what it is to be alive and … Continue reading Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream – A collaboration with an AI text generator
A short story. # URGENT - FINAL DEMAND, the envelope in Adam’s hand yelled. He was sat next to his wife, Emma, who lay facing the ceiling, silent and still, in her hospital bed. He’d been asking her what to do. Which dead end he should try next. But to have gotten an answer out of Emma, … Continue reading Family Tradition
A short story. I After ten years in the same spot, Baku stopped sleeping in his scraggy basket tucked away in the recess below the bedroom window. Our cat didn’t move far at first, only a few feet to the rug at the foot of the bed. It was there my husband and I would … Continue reading What’s My Name?
A short tale. # On the way home from the supermarket, a rather tall man with shaggy hair and dark eyes sat beside me on the bus. His plain suit gave little away other than he was not one for buying clothes too often, something I think we can all be guilty of. His age? … Continue reading Bedside Cabinet
Depression often comes to me with the belief that those who are not depressed are the ones actually living the lie; depression is how things really are, it is the correct, and only, face to put towards reality. It feels that those without depression have yet to see this truth; they have not seen that … Continue reading every invented god – on depression and meaning
A short piece of science fiction by Peter Burton # Scientist: Captain, you must look at this. Captain: What are you showing me? S: The first analysis is through from the latest earth we’ve found. C: Tell me, what is it you lot do again? S: My team is from the Department of Pantheological Ontology, … Continue reading Soul Unit
The Tenth Row was previously published in a Halloween special from the Yellow Chair Review (which now doesn't seem to exist). The Tenth Row You take your place near the centre. It’s your favourite seat. The shifting light from the advert flickers across your face. It’s half past eleven on a Tuesday morning. You prefer this time to come to the cinema. Now that you’re unemployed, you come as often as … Continue reading The Tenth Row – A Short Story for Halloween