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Pineapple Upside Down Cake
No one is pretending anymore. A disgusting former noose that brought America to the brink only to fall for the sweetness in nightmares sold as a constitution revisioning. That’s how Papa Jimmy described it after I told him how my teacher presented it in her lesson. One of his mini rants during his morning routine of black lemon tea and skunk-ish smoke. He talked, whether he had an audience or not, and greeted the new audience happily without needing feedback between breaths. Dad says it’s how he used to plan routes. My mom and dad stopped volunteering to listen a long time ago. I guess war stories can only be so interesting in the revisit, although they let him stay while he was ‘stranded’ but beyond that, silence. Dad never said why. The most he would betray was the inner battle cry he’s amazing at hiding. I felt that he wasn’t the only one silently asking for quiet forgetfulness from all of us. I refuse to try to forget to look for what I don’t know. “That-a girl.” Wish other adults weren’t so secretly sad in conversations. Or a deep nostril exhale before abruptly changing the subject. Nervous laughter sounded the same as laughs at dirty jokes in kid-friendly movies. Not Papa Jimmy; he cackled even before he left two years ago with his ‘I’ll be back’ line referencing what Dad called a dumb kids movie from decades ago.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Summer
Maya had always been a quiet girl. Books were her escape, and the beach was her sanctuary. When her mom suggested volunteering at the summer beach cleanup, she thought it’d just be another thing to pass the time. But that was before she met Ethan.
By Angie green2 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler’s Diary. AI-Generated.
The Time Traveler’s Diary: Inspiration Across Time Sam always thought his grandmother’s attic was full of boring, dusty things—old furniture, boxes of books, and an endless collection of knick-knacks that had never been touched. But when he discovered a mysterious, leather-bound diary hidden behind a pile of forgotten board games, everything changed.
By Angie green2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Memories
In a quiet corner of a bustling city, a small shop sells something extraordinary—memories. Happy moments, forgotten dreams, even the taste of a first kiss can be bought for the right price. The shopkeeper, a mysterious man named Ewan, promises his customers happiness. But what happens when a young woman comes in, not to buy a memory… but to sell one?
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Courage, Growth, and Connection.. AI-Generated.
The Journey of Life: An Inspirational Tale photo from pixels On a quiet evening in a bustling town, an elderly man named Mr. Ellis sat on a park bench, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and purple. Beside him sat a curious young boy named Liam, who had just come from football practice. The boy looked up at Mr. Ellis, whose eyes sparkled with wisdom and a lifetime of stories.
By Angie green2 years ago in Fiction
A Girl, A Dream, A Legend
The village of Thiruvallur lay nestled in the heart of Tamil Nadu, a tapestry of emerald rice paddies stretching towards the horizon, punctuated by swaying coconut groves. It was a place steeped in tradition, where the whispers of ancient customs held more weight than modern pronouncements.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Prosthetic Promise. AI-Generated.
Alexei realised he had a choice. He could let his disability define him, a constant reminder of what he’d lost, or he could forge a new path, one defined not by limitations but by possibilities. A spark of defiance ignited within him, a refusal to be defined by his circumstances.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Prosthetic Promise. AI-Generated.
Alexei was born on a chilly winter morning in Moscow's Matveyevsky district. His parents, Sergei and Irina, welcomed their little bundle of joy with open arms. The family lived in a cozy, two-room apartment in a Soviet-era building.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Pine Tree. Top Story - December 2024.
The little pine tree sat on the edge of the Christmas tree field. It looked down on rows and rows of perfect trees of many types: blue spruce, with pointy, stabby needles; balsam fir with their citrusy scent; white spruce, tall and perfectly shaped; even some pines, not that different from itself. Many of the other trees were much bigger than the little pine tree, but it didn’t mind. Not every house could hold a twenty foot tree. It knew that somewhere there was a perfect little house where it would be just the right size. A perfect little house just waiting for a perfect little pine tree for Christmas.
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Fiction
