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The Gospel of Gumption
The assignment from her editor was a footnote, a punishment for having annoyed a major advertiser. “Go to Gumption, Vermont,” the email read. “Cover their ‘Fall Furnival.’ Yes, with a ‘U.’ File 500 words on the quirky local color. Try not to poison the well.”
By Habibullahabout a month ago in Fiction
20 Rare Michael Jackson Facts You Probably Didn’t Know”
Have you ever thought you knew everything about Michael Jackson? Think again. The King of Pop stands as one of history’s most famous entertainers, and yet his life was chock-full of secrets most have never uncovered. From hidden talents and private hobbies to surprising facts about his music and personality, Michael Jackson's story is far more fascinating than anyone might imagine.
By iftikhar Ahmadabout a month ago in Fiction
The Truth Beyond Touch
The village of Noorabad lay nestled between rolling green fields and distant blue hills. It was a small place where the days moved slowly and the nights hummed with stories told under lantern light. Among the villagers lived five blind men, each known for a special quality. Though they could not see the world, the world saw them.
By hamad khanabout a month ago in Fiction
To Dust
The world ended on a Wednesday. Not with fire or thunder or a sudden vanishing—just a quiet, almost polite collapse. The sun rose pale. The air tasted metallic. And the dust, fine as ash and soft as winter breath, drifted from the horizon like a slow-moving tide.
By Alexander Mindabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Letter He Never Sent
Mira always believed that some people enter our lives the way dawn enters the sky—quietly and without asking permission. That’s exactly how Adrian came into hers. He slipped into her daily routines, her conversations, her silences, until she couldn’t imagine a world where his voice wasn’t waiting for her every morning.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Fiction
When the Moon Stopped Moving
The night Amina realized something had changed forever, the moon looked strangely still, as if it was holding its breath with her. She stood by the window of her small apartment, watching the clouds drift over the sky, clutching her phone the way a drowning person holds a piece of wood. She kept telling herself the message wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Not after the promises, not after the way he held her, not after the way he whispered, “You’re the part of me the world was missing.”
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Fiction
SEASON 8 - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 15 The silence was a palpable thing, a heavy blanket that settled over the entire coast. Aris and his team stood in the now-calm lantern room, a profound sense of exhaustion washing over them. The Keeper was gone. The drowned were gone. The mournful lament was gone.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a month ago in Fiction
To Dust. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
Cassus stood before the locked and barred tomb. Twenty years before, he laid its inhabitants to rest. It was as tombs made by families of modest wealth tended to be: four columns supporting an angled roof festooned with griffins, unicorns, and humble men seeking their eternal forgiveness from the Crescent Sun. The bards would pack the tavern with that irony. Cassus laughed to himself and the effort turned to a rasping cough that made his knees buckle. He knew he’d receive no such forgiveness when they laid him to rest.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
