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How to Write a Bestselling Fantasy Romance Novel
So, you're a big fantasy novel fan, and you want to write your own. You want to finally make your own living from something that brings you joy and passion.
By Noelle Spaulding about a month ago in Fiction
When Management Met the Menu
The world of management consultancy is often characterised as one of anally-retentive, middle-aged middle managers who, having been shit-canned for taking ruinous initiatives while employed, are then freed to consult as external leadership-for-hire. The idea is that their initial employer can deploy them positively by taking their stupid ideas and catastrophic behaviour to the ever-accepting, willing maws of their competitors.
By Ian Vinceabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Become (and Stay) Semi-Famous
1. Be born into a family that doesn’t share your genes (i.e., adoption). That way, the rest of these steps will be like putting a round peg into a square hole, which of course is the way any sensible project comes together.
By Daniel J. Heckabout a month ago in Fiction
I Want to Be Immortal, But Not in Hell!
"Please, stop torturing me!" Putin pleaded to the demons who were propping his eyelids with hot metal rods and cutting off his lips to remove excess Botox.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Immortal on Christmas
Putin stood through the Christmas service at the St.George Church, swaying from one foot to another, thinking Masha should do something to that damn knee pain.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
I’m Right
“How can you possibly say this is my fault? That would mean I’m wrong, and you know I’m never wrong, especially about this stuff.”
By Mark Gagnonabout a month ago in Fiction
Cancelled
"Good morning, this is Jasmine, thank you for calling, how may I help you?" "Yes, hello! I am calling to cancel my subscription, please."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
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