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How Your Emotional Reactions to Fiction Unlock Deeper Self-Knowledge
You've been there. You've lost yourself in a thrilling novel, a gripping film, or a binge-worthy TV show. Suddenly, you feel a jolt of fear, a wave of sadness, or a burst of pure joy. These emotions hit you strongly even though the story isn't real. It feels like you're living every moment alongside the characters.
By vijay sam5 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
The first time Leena heard about Dryfroot, she thought it was just another grocery shop. Her grandmother, however, spoke of it in whispers, as if it were a place of secrets. “It isn’t just food they sell,” Nani would say, eyes twinkling, “it’s memory, strength, and sometimes even a little magic.”
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Fiction
The Room I’ll Never Return To
The Story The Room I’ll Never Return To I hadn’t been back to the house in almost twenty years. The movers had already emptied most of it when I arrived, but the silence still felt heavy, like the walls were holding their breath. My parents were both gone now—Dad last winter, Mom two years before that—and the old place had been left to me.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
A gentle breeze brushes along the leaves of the neighboring trees. I'm lying in the grass, tall and overgrown as far as the eye can see, making it almost impossible for me to see. The sound the wind makes had always brought a smile to my face, especially here.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Rain whispered against the station roof, a soft rhythm beneath the stillness of Platform 7. Anaya sat alone—though not quite alone—on a worn wooden bench, her fingers tracing the edge of a train ticket like it might vanish if she stopped holding on.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Sunflower
The air had a metallic taste. It was thick, like something from a forgotten era. A time before the sun had disappeared from the sky. A time when the Earth had been alive with warmth, growth, and hope. Now, only shadows remained.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Fiction
She Called Me-Two Years After I Buried Her
I wasn’t supposed to hear her voice again. Not after the funeral. Not after the dirt hit the coffin and we all stood there in silence, trying to believe she was really gone.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Wires
The Ghost in the Wires The first time Elias heard about The Ghost, it was on a hidden forum, buried three layers deep in the darknet. The thread was titled “Don’t Look for Him.”
By waseem khan5 months ago in Fiction