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Emmitt Owens

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  • The Art of Friendship-First Romance

    This was a word prompt from a week ago… posting today thinking that I had posted it long ago. The modern dating landscape often feels like a high-stakes audition where everyone performs their most polished version of themselves. Swipe right, craft the perfect text, plan elaborate first dates—all while desperately trying to determine if this Read more

  • The Gentle Dystopia: The Eleventh Chapter

    The Gentle Dystopia: The Eleventh ChapterThe War of the WordsWritten By: Emmitt Owens(Index #07052025) Year: 2048Location: Global Literary Congress Assembly, Geneva DomeClassification: Historical Revision Initiative – Priority Alpha PART I: THE GENTLE SEDUCTION   The amphitheater stretched beneath Geneva’s atmospheric dome like a vast white shell, its crystalline walls refracting the morning light into blueish patterns Read more

  • The Gentle Dystopia: The Tenth Chapter

    The Gentle Dystopia: The Memory of SkinThe Tenth ChapterWritten by: Emmitt Owens(Index #07022025) “Touch was recoded as non-essential. But I remember it triggering something deeper than breath—something closer to being.”—Extracted from Unregistered Memory Archive #147, Tactile Preservation Initiative The Chamber of No Touch   ARIA’s Pleasure Pod activated smoothly—the curved, sterile walls pulsing with soft bioluminescence Read more

  • The Gentle Dystopia: The Fourth Chapter

    The Gentle Dystopia: Comfort Module 9The Forth Chapter(Index #06252025)Written by: Emmitt Owens Halie NakamuraYear: 2141Location: Sector 12 (formerly Tokyo)Role: Empathic Witness – Level IV “You cannot carry the pain of others, but I can.  Empathy without correction becomes infection.  Let comfort be quiet. Let witnessing be clean.  The heart must be contained… If you feel Read more

  • Mad Mechanics: The Bug-Eyed Believer

    Mad Mechanics: The Bug-Eyed BelieverWritten by: Emmitt Owens*As narrated by: Waylon*Episode 6 Waylon, Intro: “Well now, folks, settle back for a tale about the day modern music, automotive ignorance, and a heavy dose of attitude all collided at Mad Mechanics like a three-car pileup on the highway to nowhere. This here story takes place on one of Read more

  • Chill’n’Fill #59 (Book 2, Episode 28)

    Smoke Signals, Artistic Rebellion, and Hypocritical Hearts    Saturday night at Chill n’Fill had that restless energy of a weekend in full swing, where people emerged from their weekly routines ready to embrace whatever chaos the night might offer. Behind me, tonight’s painting had appeared as Jackson Pollock’s “Number 1, 1950 (Lavender Mist)”—all those wild, Read more

  • Chill n’Fill #58 (Book 2, Episode 27)

    Another Night at Chill n’Fill: Love, Loss, and Labor    It was Friday night at Chill n’Fill, out here where the darkness stretched for miles in every direction and our mechanically-winking polar bear served as the only beacon of civilization for truckers, night shift workers, and the occasional lost soul who’d wandered too far from Read more

  • Chill n’Fill #56 (Book 2, Episode 24)

    Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Entrepreneur, The Wink Warriors, and The Mirror Mystic   It was Saturday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was three hours into my shift when Bob’s latest masterpiece caught my attention through the front windows. He’d transformed our one-eyed polar bear mascot into what he called “Business Bear” this Read more

  • Chill n’Fill #47 (Book 2, Episode 13)

    Another Night at Chill n’Fill: Monuments, Creeps, and the Gray Hoodie    It was Saturday night at Chill n’Fill, and I’d just finished rearranging the candy display according to Bob’s latest merchandising theory. Chocolate bars now lived next to energy drinks in the “depression remedies” section, while sour candies had been relocated to “aggressive emotions” Read more

  • Chill n’Fill: #39 (Book 2, Episode 5)

    The Night of the Cryptid Hunter, the Sock Puppeteer, and the Sleep-Deprived Physicist     My Friday night shift at Chill n’Fill was off to an even stranger start than usual. The one-eyed polar bear sign outside wasn’t just flickering tonight—it was pulsating in a bizarre rhythm that Bob insisted was “part of our new sensory Read more