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You Never Listen!
"Look, it's really simple and I can't keep explaining it to you, I won't be here forever, you know!" "I know, but its-" "Just a light. I know what you're going to say, but it's about the bigger picture Mark. You can't have everyone do everything for you your whole life."
By S. A. Crawford24 days ago in Fiction
1960’s Out Side Loo
How often do we take for granted the comfort of the things we have in 2020? I remember my childhood and visiting my aunty and uncles with my Mam. I also have memories of living with my granddad in an old two-bedroom terraced house, the worst memory being the outside toilet (the loo to the younger readers). In some places we would visit, Mum would tell me beforehand, “Don't ask to go to the toilet; it's bloody filthy in there. You will catch something.”
By Marie381Uk 25 days ago in Fiction
A Seat at the Table
Mina never thought much about family dinners. She had her own apartment, her own life, and her own rules. She told herself she didn’t need anyone to share meals with, that she preferred solitude, and that cooking for one was simpler, cleaner. But tonight, the smell of roasted chicken drifting from her mother’s old kitchen down the hall made her pause. It wasn’t just the aroma—it was memory wrapped in warmth, and it clung to her like a familiar voice calling her home.
By Salman Writes25 days ago in Fiction
Homeless, Hopeless, Heavenless: City of Angeles
“No medicine cures what happiness cannot.” ― Gabriel García Márquez My cousin, Byong, remains poor, for he never graduated from high school. Indeed, he gave up on life a long time ago because his mother was a sex worker, he never met his father, and he suffered from poverty. He gave up on his dreams, but he was the most amazing street dancer I ever saw. When you watch Michael Jackson, some of those moves are the moves Byong, invented, because the famous Michael hired LA street dancers to teach him new performance moves. K-pop was invented on the streets of Lost Angels.
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS25 days ago in Fiction
Rage. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Assault Rage D. A. Ratliff “Who did this?” My voice echoed through the house. All I wanted was a cup of tea, but one of the twins, running through the house like maniacs, knocked it over. My nerves tingled, and every muscle in my body felt coiled like a spring. Survival seemed out of reach.
By D. A. Ratliff26 days ago in Fiction
