Short Story
The Unborn. And I. . Content Warning.
My name is Ezra. I was born in 1992. Exactly 4,015 days later, I found the photo. The air was sterile that day—the kind of stillness that wraps around you in old rooms, where nothing has moved but dust and time. There, inside a taped envelope, two faint orbs floated. Like echoes without sound. Not twins. Just two chances. One taken. One turned away.
By Mike Barvosaabout a year ago in Fiction
Not my wake. Top Story - August 2025.
A lone Kookaburra’s raucous laugh splits the silent dawn. Soon, it’s solo performance swells to a trio, then a quartet. Birdsong rings from all sides of the stand of eucalyptus trees. Nature’s alarm clock at its best! Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, I readily relinquish my grip on my weirdly recurring dream. Everyone had been panicking over an asteroid heading straight for earth. How bizarre! Such a random disaster to conjure up in my dreams nightmares.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Empty Chair
The smell of rosemary and pie filled the house, warm and too familiar. Rachel hovered in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, a damp dish towel still clutched in her hand. Her mother stood at the head of the table, folding a napkin with slow precision.
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Fiction
Still Life, With Peaches. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
The house waited at the end of the gravel road, sunlit and still. Nothing stirred but dust in the wind. From the car, it might have been any summer of his boyhood. The porch slouched in the late afternoon light, the swing held its crooked smile. Ivy had taken the railings entirely.
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Bus Ride
The Last Bus Ride Every morning at exactly 7:30, the Number 42 bus pulled up to the corner of Maple and 3rd. Rain or shine, old Mr. Harper would be there—suit jacket too big for his thin frame, fedora tilted slightly forward, and a brown leather satchel slung over one shoulder. He always took the same seat: third row from the back, left side, window view.
By MANZOOR KHANabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Silence.
The park was nearly empty when Mira arrived, as it always was this time of year. Late autumn peeled the world of color, leaving behind only faded golds and brittle browns. The air smelled of cold earth and drying leaves. She liked that. No one noticed her here, and she didn’t have to pretend.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Fiction
12 Kilometers for Hope
Amir was only a child—thin, barefoot, and dust-covered from the long walk he had taken. In the rubble-strewn streets of Gaza, where dreams have been replaced by drone sounds and sirens, Amir walked 12 kilometers in search of something many take for granted: a piece of food.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
It’s Been a Month Since I Used Unfaithful.ai – My Brutally Honest Review
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By Daniel Tolliverabout a year ago in Fiction
1 Month Ago I Used Sniffed.ai to Find My Girlfriend’s Dating Profile — Honest Review Inside
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By Daniel Tolliverabout a year ago in Fiction
I Checked FaceCheck.ID’s Accuracy for Finding Social Media Profiles — My Shocking Experience
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By Liora Fenwynabout a year ago in Fiction
TeamWater: A Global Wave of Change
TeamWater: A Global Wave of Change Creators Unite to Bring Clean Water to Millions In a world where digital platforms amplify voices and spark movements, a group of visionary creators, led by the inimitable MrBeast—often celebrated as one of YouTube’s brightest stars—has embarked on an extraordinary mission: TeamWater. This ambitious campaign, launched on August 1, 2025, is not just another fundraiser; it’s a clarion call to transform lives by addressing one of humanity’s most fundamental needs—access to clean water. With a goal of raising $40 million to provide sustainable water solutions for 2 million people, TeamWater unites over 3,000 creators from 84 countries, weaving a global tapestry of compassion and action.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
