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Eufy to Eufena. Runner-Up in Already Here Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
A few years back, my daughter gifted me a robot vacuum. No. Not a Roomba, so delete that thought. She is the brand Eufy, and that is her name. I love Eufy. She is a delight to me, and I saw no need to change her birth name!
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Futurism
Sweet Water. Top Story - September 2026.
The summer sun was unbelievably hot in Spree that day, the kind of sun that makes you feel shell-shocked and causes the world around you to look like it’s underwater. Sandy felt like she was half out of her body, hardly hearing herself as she half-heartedly answered a question her friend had just asked her.
By Shannon Hilson2 months ago in Fiction
Pumps, Pirouettes, and Pop Perfection: Inside ADÉLA’s Must-Listen Debut Album PRIMA. Top Story - September 2026.
As I embark on my 23rd anniversary of celebrating living in the United States as a proud Slavic immigrant who " was like eight working the night shift to learn English...I'm like a spy, I studied this shit, call me the KG, bitch "...I feel very assimilated, proud, and comfortable calling myself a Polish-American, feeling content in that identity marker, and determined to fill the prophecy of being successful in my own right and on my own terms.
By Paulina Pachel2 months ago in Beat
Future Is Now, Can We Keep Up?. Top Story - September 2026.
Future is now. Can we keep up? We are so busy with work, school, and all our daily worries, trying to make sure our future is bright for the new generation. We are constantly doing our best to provide safety and comfort for our children. To achieve our goal, we keep inventing new ways for everything. Because of this, we invented the internet, AI, robots for everyday tasks, and payments that don't require anything apart from our devices.
By Joanna Golczynska2 months ago in Futurism
I Am at Least as Effective at Delivering Parcels as Evri. Top Story - September 2026.
My inbox is awash with spam emails offering me clothes of all different shapes and sizes. There are times when I wonder whether the internet knows me at all. For example, I have never once shown even a passing interest in a pair of leather flares, I do not need an illuminated bomber jacket (yet), and I already own more shoes than I know what to do with.
By Ben Etchells-Rimmer2 months ago in Humor
The Great Fight. Top Story - September 2026.
For nearly two decades, I lived with a weight crushing my spirit. That beast we call suicidal ideation would gnaw on my neurons taking bites big enough to choke on leaving intrusive thought remnants in its wake. I'm not sure one can fully understand the gravity of waking every morning years on end feeling disappointed that they awoke at all until they've lived it, breathed it in with morning sunlight, become it with every aching bone and muscle of a body begging to just give up. Until then, you can only imagine. Likewise, on the other side of such unnameable sadness, you can't truly comprehend the ecstacy within me when I can finally say, "I am happy right now," because no one knows how I burnt down to the ground, my innards charred to a crisp with every phase of moon. Only I was witness to my bare hands cupping ash and pressing inward until diamond bricks emerged for me to lay my foundation with. Blood and sweat and tears poured from me like a rusty faucet, tendons ripped femurs snapped for me to be able to climb and reach this current perspective worthy of so many wows, it was not an easy battle. But it is absolutely possible to survive your own mental warfare. You must simply be a warrior with love for your own survival.
By Lolly Vieira2 months ago in Poets
What Would You Say. Top Story - September 2026.
Last Call challenge: Prompt - Write a story inspired by the phrase "last call." "Last call" can mean different things depending on who's listening. It might be the end of a night, one final opportunity, or the moment someone realizes they're almost out of time. Write a story inspired by the phrase "last call." You can interpret it however you like. Set it in a bar, an airport, a hospital, a small town, or somewhere entirely unexpected. Focus on what happens when the clock is running out. Whether your characters seize the moment, hesitate, or let it slip away, let that sense of urgency drive the story.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Fiction
One Swim More. Runner-Up in Last Call Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
There is a rhythm in walking, left, right, left, right, makes it easier to think, or harder not to. And thinking to the beat, right, left, right, left, makes it harder to finish a thought, once it gets twisted and irregular, once it isn’t neat. Once it loses that one-foot-after-another flow, so you can either grind to a halt or let it go, and to sate the brain, which loves a purpose, march out another. There’s no shortage.
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Fiction
"The End of Oak Street" (2026): A Thrilling Dinosaur Movie. Top Story - September 2026.
Don’t look now, there’s a dinosaur down the street. “The End of Oak Street” traveled into theaters in 2026. A family that is on its last legs ends up in a strange predicament. Their neighborhood is transported back to prehistoric times. They have to put their arguments aside and survive the attacking dinosaurs.
By Marielle Sabbag2 months ago in Geeks
The Illumination of The Grouch from Sesame Street. Top Story - September 2026.
Snuffleupagus was walking through the park singing to himself. Today was a big day. Big Bird had told him he was getting all of his friends together so that they could finally meet Snuffleupagus. They had tried before, of course, but something always happened. Someone was late. Snuffleupagus had to leave. Big Bird would turn around and suddenly no one could see him. But today was supposed to be the day, and Snuffleupagus was happy about it.
By Chase McQuade2 months ago in Fiction
Vivace. Top Story - September 2026.
Clouds churned on the horizon, a deep slate veil over the vibrant blue sky. In hours those clouds would consume the southern horizon. A young girl peeked through a hole in the turret wall, where a boulder had smashed through long ago. She wore a hardened leather outfit crafted by her father, an older cordwainer who once made armor for the armies of the old kingdom.
By Casey White2 months ago in Fiction
Dead Boys Do It Better. Top Story - September 2026.
Forget the boring men who breathe They're basic, dull, and slow My lover's six feet underground and puts on quite a show 👻 At first, he came to haunt my house with eerie, spooky groans But now he leaves me lovey notes scrawled on paper tomb stones 👻 He haunts my bedroom and my heart he boops me on the nose He floats in through my window and hands me a blue rose 👻 He whispers his sweet nothings right into my ear Some say call an exorcist but he's nothing to fear 👻 He never leaves me on unread no waiting for a chime His planchette flies across the board in record breaking time 👻 "Spell out that naughty thing you want" I whisper in the dark The planchette spells out kinky things and ignites a filthy spark 👻 His hands are vapor, slick and cold I hold them tight in mine He gives me wet and wicked dreams crossing every single line 👻 A little shiver shooting down my spine when he gets near I feel him slide right into place though nothing might appear 👻 His ectoplasm dripping down my fishnets and my thong intangible and soaking wet He loves me all night long 👻 Don't need a condom or the pill there's no chance of a kid Just icy, spectral residue as proof of what we did 👻 Posted couples pics and comments lied "You're posing with the air!" Bitch, open up your third eye, please... He's literally right there 👻 I love my sweet, transparent man He's always in my head A love like ours is hard to find especially when they're dead 👻 No living guy could ever match his cold, and spooky thrill He leaves me tingling and hot and begging for him still 👻 My heart is permanently his I'm possessed from head to toe Why date a man who's still alive when dead guys love you so? 👻
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
