Holiday

The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Fiction
Welcome 2026. AI-Generated.
The first morning of 2026 arrived quietly. There were no fireworks in the sky anymore, no loud cheers echoing through the streets. The world seemed to pause, as if taking a deep breath before stepping forward. The sun rose slowly, casting a soft golden light over cities, villages, and homes across the globe. It was a new year, untouched and full of possibility.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a month ago in Fiction
When the Scarecrow Turned into a Snowman
Once upon a time, there was a scarecrow named Robert. He wore a plaid shirt, tattered overalls, orange scarf, and a straw hat.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Fiction
New Year's Eve
Honey, I love you "I love you too, Boo" What are we doing for New Year's Eve "We were invited to a New Year's Eve party by Steve."
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Fiction
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence: What We Know and What Remains Unproven In recent days, headlines around the world have reported claims from the Russian government that a drone attack targeted the residence of President Vladimir Putin. According to Moscow, Ukrainian drones attempted to strike a location connected to the Russian leader, raising fears of a dramatic escalation in the ongoing Russia-Ukraine war. However, as with many events in this conflict, the truth is more complex than the initial claims suggest.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Fiction
Ukrainian Strikes Inside Russia and the Putin Controversy
Russia-Ukraine Conflict: Ukrainian Strikes Inside Russia and the Putin Controversy In late December 2025, tension rose once more in the long-running Russia-Ukraine war after Russia claimed that Ukrainian forces had carried out a drone attack targeting Russian President Vladimir Putin’s residence in the Novgorod region of Russia. This accusation quickly became a headline in many countries, but independent information and U.S. intelligence assessments show there is no evidence Ukraine targeted Putin’s home. Reuters+1
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Fiction
Happy New Year to Everyone!
As we stand on the threshold of a new year, it is a time to reflect on the past twelve months and look forward with hope and intention. The past year has been full of challenges and moments of growth. We have faced personal struggles, witnessed societal changes, and navigated a world that often seems uncertain. Yet even in the face of adversity, there is always room for hope, for compassion, and for the pursuit of understanding.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Fiction
Santa Claus' Post-Hallmark Staycation
When Santa Claus entered his bedroom, he smiled. Jessica had fallen asleep in front of the television. His wife of centuries (his dimples appeared as he remembered that her white locks hid the crimson of her youth) had fallen asleep watching some Hallmark movie. He turned off the television as he turned towards their bed. As he hung up his coat, a plan began to coalesce, one that brought a suppressed chuckle. But first, sleep; he was crashing from the sugar high of the night's ride and was already beginning to slow.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Fiction
Documenting Dinner: Observations in the Wild
“Pass the rolls.” “In their natural habitat, the Midwestern Dinner Table, the rolls migrate clockwise, guided by instinct and mild obligation.”
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Fiction