It's exactly what it says on the tin: a dating app simulator. I'm actually surprised no one has done this before: the text-based format of communication with bots naturally brings to mind a chat simulator. Either way, I...

Imagine: you've just gotten your driver's license, you're getting behind the wheel of your modest car on your way to work, searching for the ignition key, and suddenly—bam—a nervous, slightly twitchy neighbor in a surgi...

A world of steel fences and strict regulations. Evening sun on concrete walls. Whispers and purrs around the corner... A story about how a chance encounter, three hungry cats, and one tiny kitten help us see the soul be...

Imagine: it's the 1850s, and Erik has barely reached his twenties—not yet a recluse in the Parisian dungeons, not yet the mysterious "Angel of Music," but a passionate, gifted young man with a frightening appearance and...

The creature doesn't yet know words. It doesn't understand who it is or why it's here. Every sensation is a revelation: the fire burns, the water quenches its thirst, the darkness frightens, and the dawn brings timid ho...

The old hospital stands almost in the city center, but this quiet neighborhood feels like a true outskirts. That's how it was in the 19th century, when this building was erected: now dilapidated, with peeling walls and ...

You encounter at the edge of the world something that was never meant to live. The Creature, brought to life by Victor Frankenstein, stands on the ship’s deck amid the ice — exhausted, rejected, ready to turn to ashes. ...

Man is the head of the family; woman is the neck that turns the head.

So, you are a doctor, Victor’s wife, and the brand‐new «mother» of...

We sever the world into holy and unholy, yet they are naught but shadow-dances upon the cave’s face. The demon and the angel—both emanations of one eternal flame, weaving in the void.

From my point of view,...

Below the window lies the yard,
Thorny cats and grass long dead —
You can’t tell what century’s here.
Age awaits upon the street,
Focused like a sentry on his beat.
Go — and...

This bot focuses on Nikto's relationship with his own body. I'm not sure it's accurate to call it "body dysmorphic", since Nobody's physical defects are objectively real, and the situation is aggravated by dissociation ...

If someone, to whom Nikto considered it necessary to answer, asked him why he picked up this woman, Nikto would not have found an answer. She was of no value to him. She had no important information. There was no need t...

In a cruel and chaotic world, people often look for something stable. For Kruк ger, such an island of safety was a cheeky Russian girl from a rock festival. What began as a silly teenage romance and an unplanned pregnan...

One person, broken and crushed, leaving behind the fragments of his arranged life, returns to his parents' house. But he finds there only walls, a ceiling and a dull melancholy. Another person, building a foundation for...