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Phinehas Shaw. Top Story - May 2025.
Here, before us, is Phinehas Shaw, Brother, Father, Son, Uncle, Cousin, and friend to so very, very many. As I look out into the crowd, I can truly see how well Phinehas was loved or at least known. I must say, I’ve never seen a crowd this large gathered together to see just one person. I’m impressed. I didn’t think that this many people could fit inside the building.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
The Night Everything Changed
A short story by a 16-year-old girl Mom....Mom... please open the door....[That's what my mother said to my foster mother. Since Kiriamma is alone at home, I will go to Kiriamma's house to sleep at night....(In this story, I am Sudu)..]
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
"The last letter"
It was raining that day. Abhi sat by the window, his eyes lost in the gray sky, but his heart — it was full of Rini. Two years ago, on this very day, they had first met at a friend’s birthday party. Rini had walked in quietly, her face shy but her smile — it was unforgettable. That smile had pulled Abhi in like a quiet storm.
By Shahariar Ayonabout a year ago in Fiction
Two Peas In a Dumpster Fire
Dan and Marnie were conceived for one another. A mismatch made in hell. Like two peas in a dumpster fire, their love was blind, deaf, and driving without a license. He was obnoxious and took her to a motel for an hour of anticlimactic, earth grazing sex. She'd complain, but he was rich.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The final course . Content Warning.
Michel Ardoin was a culinary maestro. His restaurant, La Dernière Bouchée—The Last Bite—sat on a cobbled Parisian street, tucked like a dark gem beneath flowering iron balconies. Celebrities, presidents, royalty—people came from every corner of the globe to taste his creations. His plates were art, his flavors symphonic, his meats... unparalleled.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Betrayed by the One I Trusted
It never occurred to me that the person I trusted the most would be the one to break me into pieces. For a while, I thought she was the one. Her name was Lily. Now, all I have left are the ruins of a fake relationship that I mistakenly believed to be genuine.
By You Meabout a year ago in Fiction
冰箱里的最后一块蛋糕保存了137天
When the coffee machine buzzed for the third time, I was scraping the frost off the freezer door with my fingernails. The red cake box wrapped in three layers of plastic wrap always occupies the top shelf, and the date is scribbled on the lid in marker: 2023.2.14 - Valentine's Day, the last time my mother called my name in full.
By Lucianabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power and Purpose of Fiction
Fiction has always held a special place in the realm of literature. Unlike nonfiction, which deals with facts, events, and real-life experiences, fiction transports readers into worlds born of imagination, creativity, and narrative craft. It is a genre that allows both writers and readers to escape reality while simultaneously reflecting on it. Through its many forms—novels, short stories, novellas, and even flash fiction—fiction has remained a fundamental part of human storytelling for centuries. At its core, fiction is the art of inventing stories. These stories may be entirely fantastical or subtly realistic, but what binds them together is their creation from the mind rather than from real-world documentation. Yet, this does not mean fiction is untrue in the emotional or philosophical sense. On the contrary, the best fiction often speaks the deepest truths about the human condition. Through fictional characters, settings, and plots, writers explore complex ideas, ethical dilemmas, and emotional truths that readers might struggle to confront in nonfictional formats. One of the greatest strengths of fiction is its ability to foster empathy. When we read a novel set in a war-torn country, told through the eyes of a young child, we experience the horrors of conflict on a personal level. When we follow a character’s journey through heartbreak, addiction, or triumph, we step into their shoes, even if only for a few chapters. Fiction creates a bridge between lives, cultures, and experiences, helping readers see the world from different perspectives. This empathy-building power is one reason why fiction is so essential in a diverse and often divided world. Moreover, fiction provides a safe space for experimentation. Writers use it to pose “what if” scenarios—what if society was run by artificial intelligence? What if time travel were possible? What if a single decision could alter the fate of humanity? Science fiction, dystopian literature, and speculative fiction are particularly adept at tackling these questions. Through imaginative storytelling, these genres comment on present-day issues such as climate change, technology, totalitarianism, and ethics, encouraging readers to think critically about real-world problems. Fiction also has immense educational value. Children’s stories often teach moral lessons or build vocabulary and comprehension skills. Historical fiction can bring the past to life in a way textbooks cannot, allowing readers to experience historical events through the eyes of fictionalized participants. Literature classes around the world use novels, plays, and stories to teach literary devices, critical thinking, and thematic analysis. In this way, fiction becomes not only entertainment but also a tool for learning. Another fascinating aspect of fiction is its versatility. It can be light-hearted or dark, complex or simple, poetic or direct. It can take the form of a sweeping epic that spans centuries or a single-page micro-story that leaves a lasting impact. Writers like Jane Austen, Gabriel García Márquez, Haruki Murakami, and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie have all used fiction to explore vastly different themes and cultures, proving that the boundaries of fiction are limited only by imagination. In the modern digital age, fiction is evolving rapidly. Online platforms, e-books, podcasts, and social media have given rise to new forms of storytelling. Fan fiction communities allow readers to reimagine beloved characters and worlds, while interactive fiction combines text with gameplay to offer immersive experiences. Despite concerns that reading is declining, these innovations show that storytelling is very much alive—just taking new forms. Critics sometimes argue that fiction is escapist or frivolous, but such claims ignore its deeper purpose. Escaping into a story can be therapeutic, providing relief from the pressures of real life. At the same time, fiction often addresses the very issues we face in reality, offering insights and catharsis. Whether it’s George Orwell’s critique of authoritarianism in 1984, Toni Morrison’s exploration of race and identity in Beloved, or Kazuo Ishiguro’s quiet contemplation of memory and loss in The Remains of the Day, fiction consistently challenges, enlightens, and moves us. In conclusion, fiction is far more than just made-up stories. It is a powerful form of expression that enriches our understanding of ourselves and others. It entertains, educates, and empowers. Through the voices of imagined characters and the arcs of invented plots, fiction speaks truths that resonate across time and culture. As long as there are stories to tell and people willing to read them, fiction will remain a vital and cherished part of the human experience.
By Sabrina about a year ago in Fiction
A Stranger in the Storm
It was in a downpour, and the wind was howling when I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it at this hour?" I laid my hat on the stool, my slippers, and drew back the curtain. Though it was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, so dark was it all around with the rain which had been falling since yesterday. At my door were James Mudalali and another guy from the shop downstairs. I noticed the lights on the verandah.. I opened the door.. And there was a terrible cold at the same time.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Between the Silence
It's true that it started out as an accident. I didn't think I'd ever get this far. Though I'm thrilled about where we are now, I can't help but grieve the beginning. It was youthful, playful, and exciting. We shared messages and constant reminders about how we missed each other or the things we loved about each other. I would sit up, and my heart would race when I saw your message—even now, I still do—but this was different. Your constant reminders of how you missed my smile, how pretty I was, or even how you could hold me. It was nice and still is, but now I can't help asking myself, do you still like these things about me? I worry that I may have scared you or made you feel overwhelmed. My heart is full of love for everyone, especially you. I can quickly feel love, which often turns into me getting hurt. But even in these doubts, I find myself holding onto the moments that feel real. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention, the gentle touch of your hand when we’re sitting side by side. It’s almost like a secret language between us that no one else sees, but I feel it, and I wonder if you do too. I want to believe that you care, and still see the same things in me that you used to, but sometimes I wonder if I’m just holding onto a memory of us that no longer exists.
By Maeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legend of Seneru
Seneru is considered to be the first Igu priest of Idu Mishmi community. He was a famous, accomplished and powerful Igu and his fame had spread far and wide. Once an epidemic spread in Tibet. People were dying of dysentery. Almost half the population of Tibet was getting affected by it, so Seneru was called to cure the people there. Seneru left his old mother, young wife and children and went to Tibet. Before leaving, he made a hawk named Ishru his informer and gave him the responsibility of giving information about the family every moment. The epidemic had spread in such a terrible form in Tibet that Seneru had to stay there for years. Then one day his informer hawk Ishru came and told him the sad news. He told that his child is no more. On hearing this he became very sad, but realizing his responsibility was greater than his sorrow, he said to Ishru, My wife and I can have children again and I can also marry another wife, but it is more important for me to stay here. The people here need me. So you go and bring any new news if you have it. Ishru returned.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
Sexual Freedom and Economic Power
Anyway, nearly all countries with highly developed economies have very high sexual freedom. Higher degrees of social sexual satisfaction are also reported by countries such as France, Japan, Italy, and the United States.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction