An excerpt from the Book of Jobberwocky, a modern day "Bible" written for modern times, reflecting modern attitudes.

Just because you stopped acting like an obvious scammer doesn't mean you've learned how to build a D/s dynamic. Tribute may be part of some relationships, but it can never replace trust, communication, curiosity, and actually getting to know one another. A submissive asking questions isn't challenging your dominance, they're deciding whether you're worthy of their submission.

If they want to act like your fire doesn't exist, use their doubt as high-grade fuel. Stop begging the gallery for permission to paint. Stop standing on your tiptoes asking people who live in the basement if they like the view from the roof. They can't see the blueprint in your head, and quite frankly, your velocity terrifies them.

If you’re going to dedicate your life to being a digital thief, at least take some pride in your craft!

The distinction of harmful effects almost always boils down to personal intent. The real danger lies not in the plant itself, but in a lack of intention—when consumed mindfully as a targeted, natural band-aid, the outcome is drastically different from using it as a tool for mindless escape.

The current trend of "viral" recipe naming, littered with absurd hyperboles like "Better Than Sex" and unappealing adjectives like "Dirty", is doing the exact opposite of what food should do...

Our king is trying to build a castle, but he's not using bricks or mortar. He's using our rights and freedoms, stacking them up to build his own little tower of power. And he's standing on the backs of the people who can't speak out, the ones who are just trying to get by.

A delicate unfolding of cosmic dramas and earthly tribulations, seen through the eyes of one who simply is. Prepare for a tale woven with starlight, the scent of petrichor, and the perpetual sigh of a planet-sized existence.

The arena fell silent, the roar of the crowd replaced by an echoing dread. Zilas's heart hammered as the final gates creaked open. It wasn't a monster that emerged, but a ghost. Cinda. Chained, broken, her eyes reflecting a terror he knew all too well. He shifted, scales shimmering, the dragon within unleashed. Not in fury, but in defiance. He would not break her. He would break his world. "She is my queen," he declared, his voice a thunderclap. He kissed her, a claiming, a promise. And in that kiss, the fate of Dragirust, and perhaps Earth, was irrevocably changed.

A short story telling the fall of the internet or the path we're on...? Take your time. You decide.