Fiction

Winter
She sits there at the window with her kitty - and the birds, who flutter about a feeder that’s as empty as her words. She doesn’t care if the help shows up-
By Catherine Brooks3 months ago in Art
Capsule 3
Mike stepped into the small white room. The door itself reminded him of a fridge door, and he couldn't see any other exits. The moment the door closed behind him, he lost the ground beneath his feet.
By K Ra3 months ago in Art
Capsule part 2
Mike wakes up. He is really sore all over and his mouth is dry and smells like nuclear. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet; they seem to be glued together. He discovers that he can raise his hands. He swipes over the face and removes the stickers on his eyelids. These are also the first things he sees, and ironically enough they have a roaring lion picture on them. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer is the first thing that goes through his head. He can clearly remember the roaring lion on the screen while he has been watching movies. “Well, that’s where I remember the lion from!” thinks Mike to himself, meanwhile making a disgusted grimace at the memory of the lion breaking his neck in two seconds. At least it didn’t hurt. Wait, but why does everything hurt now?
By K Ra3 months ago in Art
The Revenge That Broke the Avenger: What The Count of Monte Cristo Actually Takes From You
I The meal that Edmond Dantès was pulled away from at his engagement banquet—he never finished it. Alexandre Dumas opens the novel with extraordinary lightness. Someone knocks at the door. Military police are standing there. The young first mate of the Pharaon sets down his glass and rises. He probably knocked over his chair as he stood. Perhaps he even said, “Excuse me, wait for me.” He thought he was simply going to clear up a minor matter and would be back shortly—back to the laughter, back to the wine that was still warm.
By Jin3 months ago in Art
I Consulted for Content Creators Who Launched “Perfect” and “Imperfect” First Pieces. The Difference Was Brutal.
A few years back, I worked as a content consultant. I took on quite a few projects. Some were individual bloggers trying to grow their WeChat public accounts. Some were startup founders preparing their personal brand pieces. Others were funded companies wanting a "breakout" brand long-form article. The results? Some posts gained tens of thousands of followers overnight. Others took a month to write and got barely two thousand reads.
By Jin3 months ago in Art
Capsule
It’s been a fantastic night. Again. One of the pretty ladies is still lying next to Mike between creamy, silky linens. Mike is a young man, in good shape and charming. He lives in a mansion with a pool, home cinema, gym, and everything that one successful single man could have. Every day is a dream on his fabulous property where the grass is greener and... you know.
By K Ra3 months ago in Art
The Twelfth Man
There are places where history refuses to become the past. Lord's Cricket Ground, hidden among the quiet terraces of St John's Wood, is one of them. On summer afternoons the Pavilion seems untouched by time. Members settle into familiar seats, children clutch oversized cricket bats, and applause rises with the same measured restraint it has carried for generations. Every match adds another page to the game's history.
By Mansoor Afaq3 months ago in Art
Close To The Edge
The Prompt Write a story inspired by a work of art. Make the artwork your featured image and give credit to the artist in the caption.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Art
Everything is under control
I make my way throughout the day going about without a doubt Everything is under control As the sun goes down my smile fades to a frown
By Sonia Biswas4 months ago in Art
Kung Fu Soccer--Bad Movie Review
After the 2016 Lunar New Year, Stephen Chow's accountant called with a number: The Mermaid had earned 3.392 billion yuan at the mainland box office. Chow sat by the window of a private club in Central, Hong Kong. Outside, Victoria Harbour lay flat and grey-blue. He didn't smile. He didn't stand up. He hung up the phone and ordered a bowl of wonton noodles. When the noodles arrived, he stuck his chopsticks upright into the bowl and stared at them for a long time.
By Jin4 months ago in Art
The 94‑Hour Workweek Was Killing Me. Then a Red‑Haired Stranger Handed Me a Croissant and Asked the One Question I Couldn’t Answer.
As he pressed the button on the coffee maker, David Cortez heard the voice of his regional manager, Harrington, inside his own head.
By Jin4 months ago in Art
AI and the End of the Traditional Career Path
AI and the End of the Traditional Career Path Why the Future of Work Will Be Built Around Skills, Adaptability, and Multiple Sources of Opportunity
By Siamak Callimi4 months ago in Art