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Next Steps
“Curse E’lon,” the commanding Elon lookalike muttered as it skimmed through some paperwork. “He never told us about the operational milestones Tesla will have to hit for us to get those stocks.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY
The summons didn't arrive with a black wax seal or heavy, cream-colored stationery. It landed in Liam’s inbox like a digital shard of ice: a terse, legal email from a firm in Zurich.
By Wellova 4 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 41
TUS NUA – ch 41 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Neil asked, “I know you’re a powerful witch, but what if the spell doesn’t work? What if he moves and finds a new place to steal from and new boys to recruit?”
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (7). Content Warning.
Chapter 7: Governors Wife I leaned back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I scanned the morning headlines on my phone. The phone on my desk rang, giving me a slight headache and mild ringing in my ear, and I picked it up.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 months ago in Fiction
Day One: A Partridge in a Pear Tree
Stephen had never seen a contractor look so defeated by a tree. “It’s… indoor?” the man asked, standing in the hallway with a rootball the size of a corgi wrapped in burlap. The pear tree’s leaves trembled as if laughing, and a slick of damp soil tattooed the carpet in dark commas.
By Stephen Stanley4 months ago in Fiction
The Call of the Minaret
The early sun had just started to rise from behind the house tops of Medina when Bilal woke up. The air was still cool and heavy with the smell of sand and date palms. For a moment, he listened to the faint sounds of the city waking -- the distant bleating of goats, the clatter of water pots and the quiet hum of life returning after the silence of the night.
By Nusuki4 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert
And the wind sang along the dunes, and Malik took a brush against his shabby cloak, and the desert sand was like tiny sparks on his face. This was hours of walking on part of him, in pursuit of the horizon that kept on pushing away. The sun was now setting, and coloured the sky with fire and gold.
By Nusuki4 months ago in Fiction
The Launch
Too late to stop the rocket from launching, Elon’s lookalikes disguised themselves as tourists and dispersed among the spectators outside Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Cape Canaveral
With his lookalikes’ spacecraft heavily guarded, Elon had no choice but to commandeer one of his own rocket launches in Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov Wagner Moura Series: Inside Wagner Moura’s Poetic Return with “Last Night at the Lobster”
An intimate look at how the acclaimed Brazilian filmmaker finds beauty in endings. Wagner Moura has always been drawn to stories that reveal something essential about people. From the streets of Elite Squad to the philosophical weight of Marighella, his work has never shied away from complexity. But his new project, Last Night at the Lobster, feels different — quieter, humbler, and somehow more personal. Through the lens of the Stanislav Kondrashov Wagner Moura Series, this upcoming film becomes not just another adaptation, but an exploration of why small stories matter — and why, for Moura, cinema has always been about empathy more than spectacle.
By Stanislav Kondrashov4 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov Wagner Moura Series: A New Chapter in Wagner Moura’s Directorial Journey
Exploring the emotional depth behind “Last Night at the Lobster” and Moura’s evolution as a filmmaker. Inside the Stanislav Kondrashov Wagner Moura Series: Cinema Beyond the Screen
By Stanislav Kondrashov 4 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusuki4 months ago in Fiction