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Aristotle and the Student of Logic.
🌀 Aristotle’s Logic… Gone Delightfully Haywire Aristotle stood beneath the olive tree, stroking his beard with the serene confidence of a man who believed the universe could be tamed by syllogisms... That it could be schooled by reasoning in which conclusions are drawn from two premises, with a common or middle term being present in the premises...but not in the conclusion.
By Novel Allen8 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Cut . Top Story - January 2026.
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 days ago in Fiction
Suprematism. Abstract art based on feelings.
Suprematism is an early 20th-century art movement focused on the fundamentals of geometry (circles, squares, rectangles), painted in a limited range of colors. The term suprematism refers to an abstract art style based upon "the supremacy of pure artistic feeling" rather than on the figurative depiction of real-life subjects.
By Antoni De'Leon8 days ago in Fiction
The Message That Came Too Late. AI-Generated.
Start The phone buzzed quietly on my nightstand, and I almost ignored it. Almost. Something about a notification at 2:17 a.m. feels wrong. You don’t get texts this late unless someone is drunk, desperate, or… something worse.
By Arman Malak8 days ago in Fiction
Echoes in Her Eyes
I was staring at my aunt’s photograph again, the one I always kept on my desk, the one where her eyes seemed to hold both fire and sadness, when a strange pressure filled the room as if the air itself was listening to my thoughts. The light from the window bent strangely across her face, catching in her eyes like trapped sparks, and the room felt tight, as though the walls had inched closer. Dust floated slowly in the air, frozen in place, as if it were afraid to move. I whispered her name, wondering what she felt on the day she chose to stand up for herself and for all Iranian women. The world around me shattered into silence. The silence rang in my ears, loud and absolute, swallowing every sound I had ever known.
By Audrey Sabetfard8 days ago in Fiction
