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Before the Guns Went Silent
The winter of 1943 was the coldest Anna could remember. Snow covered the broken streets of her village like a white lie, hiding the scars left by bombs and boots. Every morning, she woke to the same sound—the distant thunder of guns reminding her that the war was still breathing, still hungry.
By moeez yousafzai3 days ago in Fiction
The Elevator That Stopped at Thirteen. AI-Generated.
The building I worked in had only twelve floors. Everyone knew that. The number thirteen was skipped entirely, like in most old office towers, out of superstition or habit. I had worked there for almost three years and never questioned it. The elevator buttons went from twelve straight to fourteen, and that was that.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Blinked. AI-Generated.
I noticed the mirror on the second day after moving into my new room. It was tall, narrow, and leaned against the wall instead of hanging properly. I was sure it hadn’t been there when I first inspected the place, but the landlord insisted it belonged to the room. I didn’t argue. It was just a mirror, after all.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Fiction
Unpacking
The boxes and bags of stuff were not moving anywhere as the cleaning began in the cluttered room. Cate walked around the piles trying to figure out where to start her process. The order was important to make the process easier with the step-by-step method in the dusty room. The task would be daring, and yet the place needs to be clear and a free room for an office. The adventure begins as the picture came into view of what it would look like when it’s clean. The old version was pretty till it became the junk room. All the stuff had been piling up and ignored until now. The whole room needed to be sorted first, then placed. The time to clean had begun, and Cate was ready for the challenge of cleaning up .
By Sarah Danaher3 days ago in Fiction
Love Between The Lines
Mila sat on the worn wooden bench at the edge of the park, her fingers tracing the grooves in the old book she carried everywhere. The sky was fading from gold to deep purple, the kind of color that made the city look soft, almost forgiving. Around her, kids were chasing each other, parents were packing up picnic blankets, and dogs tugged their owners toward the nearest trash can. But she barely noticed.
By Imran Pisani3 days ago in Fiction
Why I'm Glad My Twin Sister Died
The most unusual or unexpected feeling I have ever had was feeling glad my twin sister Holly died. Holly died last year when she was hit by a drunk driver trick-or-treating with her friends. I stayed home because I was sick and also I knew I was 'fifth-wheeling' because the group was all her friends and I knew no one would miss me. I did cry at first but mostly I am happy she's gone. I have never told anyone about this unusual feeling because I think my mom and dad would be mad and everybody would like me less than they already do. Why I feel glad Holly is dead is because of 3 main reasons which are that we were too similar (looks only), we were too different, and because after she died people are nicer to me. In this essay I will go into more detail about all of these reasons.
By Raistlin Allen3 days ago in Fiction
The Light Turns. Top Story - February 2026.
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Fiction
