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Pop Culture Trivia: Fun Facts to Impress Your Friends
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By AKM Shayful islam2 years ago in Fiction
Johnny Bravo: Lost in Space
Johnny Bravo, the narcissistic ladies' man with a heart of gold, found himself in a predicament that would make even the bravest astronauts tremble. It all started with a simple desire: to impress his neighbor, Suzy Carmichael, with a grand gesture. Inspired by the latest blockbuster space movie, Johnny decided that nothing less than a trip to the moon would suffice.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Riverdale: A Town of Secrets and Scandals
Riverdale, a seemingly idyllic small town nestled in the heart of America, hides a sinister underbelly. Beneath its charming facade lies a world of secrets, scandals, and a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the lives of its residents.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Reflections. Top Story - October 2024.
Snick! The door clicks closed. I can’t see her yet; she is too far away, the lighting too low. But I know it is her – recognise the way the shadows drape around her, shielding her from prying eyes. And so, I wait, patiently. It’s what I do: I sit, and I wait, and when she is near…
By Veronica Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Beatrice
Beatrice entered the kitchen half asleep even though it was four in the afternoon. There was a small pause, then everyone went back to their current activity. Beatrice sighed and walked over to the refrigerator. Her exhaustion only grew in the realization that nobody went to the store and her note remained ignored on the fridge door. The sound of the refrigerator door shutting louder than normal did not seem to affect the ecosystem in the kitchen. Every damn day…Beatrice thought to herself.
By Michelle Nguyen2 years ago in Fiction
Chocolat Chaud. Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge.
put the gun down except he didn't say it like that it was more like put... the gun... down. the words were like that hot chocolate mum bought me in France when i was little. comforting and commanding all at once. very grown up i wanted to sink into a bath of that chocolate, and i could sink into that tone, too. a firm hug. a welcoming hammock to catch me my hand trembles. i remember im holding a gun. it feels heavy, all of a sudden, in my hand. wait. why am i holding a gun? i want to give myself a little shake. as if that's all it would take to clear the fog. but i can't, because I'm holding a gun, and it's heavy, and what if it goes off? but why am i holding it if i don't want it to go off? ...down. i can't remember. i must remember. that's very important. it must be important. otherwise i wouldn't be holding one i can see the man with red on his shirt. dark red telling tales of a hole in his skin, a bullet in his body. i'm not sure if I'm really seeing it, if it's a thing that's really happening, or if it's Intrusive Thoughts again. something that's going to happen, maybe. the bad thing in the future. how can i tell? was there a bang? but i can see it, i can see the wound, it's harsh and ugly and it looks real. it looks real scary. but I didn't hear a bang? if the blood and pain aren't real, maybe the gun isn't real either? but i can feel it. it feels thick and oily in my hand. and heavy. unreal things don't feel this heavy. i put my other hand on it, and the room flinches, and i flinch, too, and everyone gasps, (oh) and oh it's like the pressure building to an orgasm i feel naked in front of all these people normal people pub lunch on a Sunday afternoon with the Labrador people i need him to talk again in that velvety chocolate voice. please. because then I can hold on to it and follow the thread of it to a place where I feel safe and calm and things make sense. it's like a rope, thick and scratchy in my hands, and i am Theseus
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Page
Sarah fought her way through the unyielding sheets of rain that fell on the cobblestoned avenues of Oldtown, her umbrella just barely preventing a downpour from soaking her to the bone. The charming narrow streets and the dozens of centuries-old buildings had always made it an enjoyable place to stroll, but tonight, something about them felt oppressive. Memories of stories about the haunted old library at the end of the street with its ghostly wordsmith crept up her spine, making her shiver.
By Nazmul Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
