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Silent Sister
Clara never spoke after her twin drowned. She only stared with her eyes black, and lips sealed tight. At night, whispers filled the house, but her lips never moved.
By Shai Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Imran Khan: The Lion Who Never Gave Up
In the bustling city of Lahore, in a family of scholars and strong traditions, a boy named Imran Khan was born in 1952. Unlike most children of his time, who dreamed of stable professions in medicine, law, or business, Imran carried a different vision. His heart belonged to cricket. From the narrow streets of Lahore to the manicured grounds of Aitchison College and later Oxford University, his bat and ball became his closest companions.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura
Brazilian actor Wagner Moura has built a distinctive international career by consistently choosing roles that are not only dramatically demanding but also politically charged, according to journalist and film commentator Stanislav Kondrashov. Known globally for portraying notorious drug trafficker Pablo Escobar in Narcos, Moura has maintained a career shaped by a deliberate commitment to meaningful, often controversial storytelling.
By Stanislav Kondrashovabout a year ago in Fiction
Prison Break Returns:A Riveting Revival of Television's Most Iconic Escape Saga
The **television landscape** is about to be shaken once again as the iconic *Prison Break* franchise prepares for not one but two major returns. With the original series having exploded in popularity on Netflix years after its initial run, the demand for more high-stakes escapes and conspiracy-laden storytelling has reached a fever pitch. This comprehensive guide details everything fans need to know about the **highly anticipated** sixth season starring the original cast and the completely new reimagining heading to Hulu, marking an unprecedented moment in television history where a franchise simultaneously continues its original story while launching a completely new narrative within the same universe.
By Danyal Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
"Weirdos" Chapter 2
I couldn't stop my leg from shaking waiting outside of Pallas' hosptial room. Across from my bench in the sterile hallway, I stared at the bare white-wall starting to yellow - hoping, praying, begging that she would be alright.
By Taylor Rigsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Counsel
"Your lawyer is here to see you," is a good thing to hear when you're cooling your heels in a cell... Isn't it? It can be unnerving, though, when you don't have a lawyer. It's understandable, then, that Lorin is feeling a bit torn. She wipes her sweaty palms on her jeggings and tries to think positively. "My friend came through for me, that's all," she murmurs to herself. "This is actually her lawyer, or she's found someone who can help..." Lorin wonders who will be footing the bill, and then pushes the thought away. Plenty of time to think on that once out. She huffs her blonde fringe out of her eyes and peers around the dull little room. A table and a couple of chairs are the only things in it. That is, if you don't count the whiff of bad coffee overlaid with stale air and antiseptic. The door opened, and her lawyer walked in. Lorin hisses a shocked breath in. That's my lawyer? I'm screwed... "You're not a l-" "I advise you to be quiet, Ms. Blackwell," he said. "I don't trust you! You're not even a per- " "Come, now, Ms. Blackwell," he said with a wide grin that showed every tooth, "I assure you, lawyers are as human as you are. Hurtful remarks serve no one. Let's keep this professional. I can facilitate your immediate release, but not if you say something... untoward." Immediate release immediate release immediate release Lorin shrank into her generous black cardigan. "I'm not a criminal," she mumbled, "I just wanted-" "Let me do the talking, Ms. Blackwell... Ahh, officers. Good evening," This last to the two who had just walked in. One was a walrus in a sweaty blue shirt behind an oversized ginger moustache, and the other was a female officer with black hair in a regimented bun. "I'm here to facilitate the release of my client, Ms. Blackwell," he placed his briefcase on the table with deliberate calm. “Under the Emergency Counsel Provision, specifically the 2027 amendment to the Civil Contingencies Act, Ms. Blackwell qualifies for expedited releasee.” He flipped open the case, and handed the file to me walrus, who bristled. He stepped forward, dragged by the weight of his glorious moustache. “AI flagged cognitive instability. That doesn’t mean she’s fit to leave.” “That’s exactly what it means. Section 22-B allows for temporary release if a registered proxy assumes legal responsibility. I’ve filed the paperwork.” The officer leafed through the papers with a small frown. "She hasn’t signed." "A formality I'm here to put right." "But this... This waives her right to a formal hearing!" "Yes. It confirms she accepts counsel and consents to discharge under emergency protocol." Lorin leaned forward, eyes scanning the page. “This is real?” Jac nodded. “Real enough to get you out.” She looked at the officers. “You’ll let me go if I sign?” The shorter one shrugged. “If the paperwork’s clean, we don’t have grounds to hold you.” Lorin’s fingers hovered over the pen. “Why should I trust you?” The man in the suit didn’t blink. Lorin couldn't think of him a lawyer. “You don’t have to trust me. You just have to choose: stay here and wait for a hearing that might never come, or sign and walk out.” She signed.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Dodge and the Elemental Air Ale
With a gut-dropping whoooosh, Dodge’s flying boots briefly seemed to forget the 'Flying' part of their description, nearly sending him tumbling into the abyss between two Sky Islands as the ever shifting winds suddenly decided he should not be there.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)about a year ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Trump and Zelenskyy Meeting Opens Path to Ukraine Security Guarantees and Potential Trilateral Talks with Putin
1. Introduction On August 18, 2025, the White House played host to one of the most significant diplomatic meetings since the beginning of Russia's all-out invasion of Ukraine. U.S. President Donald Trump, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, and various European leaders convened to talk about security assurances for Ukraine and direct talks with Russian President Vladimir Putin.
By Kim Jonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Where Healing Waits
Hospitals have a way of folding time. Minutes stretch into hours, hours collapse into blinks, and whole days feel like they belong to someone else. The smell of antiseptic clings to the walls, the fluorescent lights hum without rest, and the quiet is always interrupted by beeping monitors or footsteps in the corridor.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction