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Her boyfriend disappeared. The hospital still refused to give her her baby's birth certificate.
Father missing: where the birth certificate gets stuck In February 2025, Ms. Zhang gave birth to a baby boy at a hospital in Liuzhou. When she filled out admission paperwork, she listed her boyfriend, Mr. Zhu, as the father. Mr. Zhu then disappeared. Ms. Zhang could not reach him by phone. He did not answer WeChat messages. She could not find him. She could not get his ID.
By Jin23 days ago in Fiction
Sense and Sensibility Movie Review
Sense and Sensibility, one of Jane Austen’s best-known stories, has been adapted many times through the decades; most notably as a 1995 classic and then a 2008 mini-series. Newcomer director Georgia Oakley has produced a third rendition; it’s an admirable production that sits below its superior predecessors.
By Robert Cain24 days ago in Fiction
La Résonance
Burnt orange steel, a window to the slate of time rendered in slow motion. The passing of jagged edged wheels; the bittersweet memory of the piano keys caressed by my love.
By Susan L. Marshall26 days ago in Fiction
The Warmth Beyond the Snow
Not the thin gray ribbon that usually rose from a chimney on a winter morning. This smoke was black. It climbed straight into the pale sky above the frozen valley, thick enough to look like a storm cloud hanging over the mountains.
By Behind the Curtain27 days ago in Fiction
The Pink Sari
The Pink Sari My first husband was Indian and I am English. I was only sixteen when we married. One day he decided to go out shopping to buy me a surprise. He went into Bolton where there were lots of Indian shops. I stayed at home wondering what on earth he was going to bring back.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 28 days ago in Fiction
The Package She Wasn't Supposed to Open
The package arrived on a Tuesday morning. Mariam almost ignored it. She had been standing at the kitchen window with a cup of tea, watching rain slide down the glass, when the delivery van stopped outside.
By Behind the Curtain28 days ago in Fiction
He Pulled Into a Service Area at 2 A.M. What a Truck Driver Told Him Changed the Night.
The Third Tree at the Service Area Lin Tao had been driving for five hours. The white dashes on the road blurred. He blinked. They stayed blurred.
By Jin29 days ago in Fiction
The Shape I Was Supposed to Be
They told me to soften my voice, so I swallowed my words. They told me to speak more, so I learned to fill the silence with sentences I didn't believe.
By Behind the Curtain30 days ago in Fiction
Christmas In July
David scratched his temple, lips pursed, before taking another sip of cold coffee. From the nearby window, he heard the first harbingers of Spring chirp away and knew if he opened said window, he’d catch a waft of petrichor mixed with the Russian Sage he planted three years back. It was undoubtedly the start of Spring and yet here he was, staring into the eyes of the little ghost dog Halloween decoration sitting on the mantle. The thing was undoubtedly adorable, as Halloween decorations went, with its pointy ears and little trick-or-treat bucket, but he thought it was packed up with the rest of the decorations, because, as he firmly established, it was Spring. He hadn’t lost it yet. He remembered her ordering it; a memento mori of their first pup. In the moment, it seemed a little fucked up, but that decoration made sure he never forgot little Artemis.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Blood Is Thicker Than Soap And Water
Blood Is Thicker Than Soap And Water The story you are about to read is a true story about my dad, George Hurst, and his sister, my Auntie Nellie. It happened when they were little, on what turned out to be one very bad day at school.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Fiction
The Winter That Came in September
September 24 The phone rang at 3:14. I was parked outside the Bellwether Public Library with the engine off and the windows down. The dashboard said September 24. The heat came in like something with a body.
By Jinabout a month ago in Fiction
Adam & Eve Origin Drabble
An Englishman, a Frenchman, and a Russian stand in a museum looking at a painting of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The Englishman looks at the pair and says, "Look at their sadness and restraint. They must be British."
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction