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From Tragedy to Triumph: Netflix’s Latest Documentaries
The truth hurts. But sometimes it’s inspirational, scary, sad, funny, or anywhere in between. Experience it all with our best documentary series and movies. (This line is a copy from Netflix's official page. I copied it because I think this line defined my story perfectly.)
By Anju Jagarwal3 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Witness
“They were nothing more than men. Well, elves, I suppose,” Finton Merrybrook said, sipping from his chalice. The only reply the storyteller received was the crackling of logs in the nearby fire. His eyes followed the dancing shadows on the wall as he took another sip from his chalice, falling deeper into a peaceful stupor.
By Bradley Ramsey3 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of the Magi
One dollar and 87 pennies. That was all. Also, sixty pennies of it was in pennies. Pennies saved each and two in turn by demolishing the food merchant and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks ignited with the quiet attribution of stinginess that such close managing suggested. Multiple times Della counted it. One dollar and 87 pennies. What's more, the following day would be Christmas.
By Vikrant Surya3 years ago in Fiction
The Elysium Garden
This is the most marvelous place ever... Generous rays of sunshine reflect off the cascading waterfall, glinting like effervescent diamonds falling into a pool of fresh water. Bountiful Viceroys embrace their freedom with a joyous display of waltzing acrobatics. I watch Strange looking fish surface the large, clear pond, purposely blowing bubbles that emerge and float up toward the clear sky until playful blue birds burst them; an envious game they play.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
The Procedure
She sits in a stiff chair with plastic upholstery and wooden legs. Identical chairs line the walls of the room with an occasional side table between them. Tissue boxes are carefully placed on each table. Fluorescent lights cast the room in an earie wash. A muted TV plays in the corner, cycling through an old TV show with bold subtitles at the bottom. A clipboard of paperwork stares up at her from her lap. Her name stands out boldly to her: Sandra Hopprey. Politely, the nurse comes by to collect it and offers her a sympathetic smile.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
A new type of zombie… Bloodletters
If you ever happen to be born in the world of Bexley’s post-apocalyptic nightmarish realm, you will find yourself smack dab in the middle of either domestic zombie paradise (especially if you're zombie elite) or sprinting for your very life. If you are not running, then as a human you must remain in your crowded bunkers and caves. To save your skin and your blood.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Three Words
Mandy: I love you Terrance read the text repeatedly, brushing his brown, unkept hair out of his eyes. He sat at the table and dropped a heavy sigh. He refused to look up from his phone, contemplating his response to her text. Annoyance flashed over his pale-colored face.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
