Historical
The Cartography of Deception
The first lie I ever told appeared on my left wrist the night I turned sixteen. It was small, just four words in a font so delicate it looked like a vein had risen to the surface: "I'm fine, thank you." I'd said it to my grandmother that morning, brushing off her concern about the bruise on my collarbone. The bruise was from a boy at school. The lie was from survival.
By Muhammad Sabeel4 months ago in Fiction
The Wrong Road. Runner-Up in They Shouldn’t Have Come Here Challenge.
July 19, 1994 Wei was standing on the shore of a beautiful lake the name of which he didn’t know. He’d thought it was just a pit stop on their way to his final destination in Tibet, as his driver had stopped his overheating BJ212 military surplus vehicle and opened up the hood, trying to cool it down. Wei got out of the Jeep-looking car and went to the lake shore, admiring its breathtaking beauty. When he heard the car start and turned around, he saw his bag on the ground and the car driving off. Wei shouted at the driver to wait for him, but the driver just waved him off and said something that he’d reached his destination. Or brought Wei as far as he could.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Fiction
THE VOICE OF DEMOCARCY
The old ballot box was never supposed to be found. For twenty years, it had remained hidden beneath the floorboards of a forgotten library at the edge of the city. Dust covered its wooden surface, and rust had eaten away at its metal corners. To most people, it was nothing more than an antique relic.
By younas khan4 months ago in Fiction
Patience and Time. Honorable Mention in They Shouldn’t Have Come Here Challenge. Top Story - June 2026.
The shock registered on the faces in front of her was understandable. She was just opening her mouth to speak, when a woman somewhere in the crowd screamed, “WITCH!” Over the next few seconds, the cry was repeated, reverberating throughout village. Patience found her arms in the clutch of powerful hands before she could react. The crowd, now turned mob, had her surrounded just as quickly.
By Dana Crandell4 months ago in Fiction
The Guns Of May. Top Story - June 2026.
Thunder rolled in stark contrast to the deep blue sky above with its gently billowing clouds. Hirschel knew instinctively it was not thunder, but he did not know what else to describe the cannons drumming their tattoo beyond the horizon, so close and yet still so very far away.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 months ago in Fiction
The Day the World Held Its Breath: How the US–Iran War Finally Ended
1. The Beginning of Fear It didn’t start quietly. The first strike came like thunder in a clear sky, shocking the world into instant awareness. Within hours, headlines exploded across every screen, carrying images of fire, destruction, and panic. What had once been political tension suddenly turned into something much darker—a full-scale conflict. People everywhere felt it, even thousands of miles away. Fear had no borders, and now, neither did war.
By Muhammad Zeeshan4 months ago in Fiction
