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Spider-Man 4: First Look at Tom Holland’s Brand New Day Suit
Sony Pictures has officially dropped the first teaser for Spider-Man 4, now confirmed to be titled Spider-Man: Brand New Day. This marks the beginning of a brand-new chapter in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for Peter Parker, played once again by Tom Holland. With production gearing up at Pinewood Studios in England, fans are getting their first look at what’s shaping up to be another major Marvel event.
By Dena Falken Esq6 months ago in Fiction
How Is The Fantastic Four: First Steps Different From the Comics?
Entropy is the one universal constant, and everything changes eventually. This is true even in the world of fiction, where the fine details change as a story is told and retold. Given that, it is not surprising that The Fantastic Four: First Steps made some changes from the comics that inspired it.
By Dena Falken Esq6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
Hunters (Redux)
Listen along as it should be experienced on Spotify or all other platforms HERE: *** I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that earned George’s firm-mandated shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Fiction
The 2025 Kamchatka Megathrust Earthquake: A Wake‑Up Call Across the Pacific
The 2025 Kamchatka Megathrust Earthquake: A Wake‑Up Call Across the Pacific On July 30, 2025, a massive magnitude 8.8 earthquake shook the remote waters off Russia’s Kamchatka Peninsula, marking one of the strongest temblors recorded in modern times. Here’s a comprehensive breakdown of its causes, impacts, aftermath, and what it reveals about global preparedness.
By youssef mohammed6 months ago in Fiction
Strigen’s Forest
Strigen’s Forest rigen’s ForestSometime in the hereafter, in a kingdom once ruled by laughter, a deep fog crawled through the valleys and over the hills, covering the land like a forgotten spell. No one quite remembered when it arrived. Some whispered it came with the death of the last Muse; others said it was born from the sighs of abandoned stories.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Power Outage
My blind sight brought me to a “spare-me -your -kindness,”plight. It was summer of 2020 and a surge in COVID 🦠 deaths were on the rise. Little did I premonish nor realize that our family was being launched 🚀 into a darkness with a strange kindov anatomic-caricatural- travesty looming over our heads. O my gosh! The peculiarities emerged rather stark while we faced blackouts due to power outages. Put together night fall was equally frightening! An eerie calm surrounded the neighborhood. It felt, as if , some random wickedness had been tossed around and ‘twas taking over our home 🏡! Not to mention, our feelings were equally getting trapped over unending horrors of some odd-old sights and we found ourselves braving thro’ that spooky night! Out of nowhere a barn owl 🦉 perched on our window 🪟 and kept staring at us without a blink of an eye. All of sudden a fearful stormy rain came with a terrible force. Everything in the garden blew things around . A little bird was too far from its nest to get in. Lightening struck and the bird was blown off in the wind. About a few seconds later it landed half dead on our front porch. Without any delay we took our torches out and headed our to rescue the bird The fallen bird barely wriggled and its wings hung limp. It had taken a great deal of pain. For a second, beaming through our flashlights it 👀 looked at us —as though—asking for help. As we lay looking at the little one , trying to nurse it to recovery, another strange thing was witnessed by us. Some five birds as victims of poor weather lay there breathless. It felt like a mass burial site. It was more like a ghoulish crematorium tripping beside us in the streets. Well, so it seemed while my angled vision played peek-a- boo 🫣with strangeness lingering throughout that night .. Unknowingly, our family crept to each other’s fright ! And, onto that pitch darkness , topping it all , was this pin drop silence in the neighborhood. This was all building up to a scene of demonic possession. To the gross eye 👁 it was a miasma dipping in a mysterious guise ! I literally, for once, thought 💭 that night had come to a halt —somewhere amidst some ice 🧊age, and all the darkness’s were making their doomsday call. All around, the gushing winds started making running screams and it all felt ominous —like a sure guide towards other worldly flight. Additionally, the nightmarish effects were painting even more sepulchral sights,as if, booking our sacrilege in the quiet. Sooner or later we were to find ourselves succumbing to such a plight. Apparently the transformer powering our home had tripped. A thunderstorm blew the transformer and short circuiting led to a fire. Safety risks extended beyond immediate vicinity but somehow the rain put off the fire. We decided to stay put through the night —admittedly, not to face any more obscurity in the dark. From dawn to bedtime that mid summer night was like a dreamy homestead nightmare. Throughput it was—more so, like zombies 👻 heading for their feasts, cursing us to stage war -parties as they followed us around like swathe upon trails. And anywhere—within 2inches to 💯 miles I was practically ready for anything! With what looked like a pandemic 😷 —full on a strike —we were almost at the verge of being hitch hiked as emissaries while I continued to squint through the corners of my eyes 👀! Somewhere, In the middle of the night I started sneezing and my heavy head started hurting very badly. Full blown symptoms of COVID were appearing. Then I was horrified to notice every member of my family down with high fever. In just a few moments everything had turned topsy- turvy. True, it would have made no difference to nobody if that night our family had died —working against the hopeless odds— thunderstorms, transformer flares, power outage or exhaustion due to covid conditions. Further to that, along came, the limitless nervousness as I moved boldly for the creeping hands to get me from behind. It was my pet Caroo 🐈. He was trying to snuggle next to me. After that, I did not turn my head —this side nor that side. Instead, I cocked the torch under my arm as the battery in it was about to die. I know it was a mad sort of thing to do but, what were we to do when strange darkness was horribly keeping us in the quiet ! At the same time, a cold gush of air was trapping us into this mystical cloud-land with the winds blowing their own howly conceits of a very severe kind! Through and through , the shadows and shapeshifting hues💡 in the flashlight 🔦 were making us draw closer than a tight-knitted tribe. And mostly, as a matter right, we were chanting higher rituals in full spirit—much before the night got visible in the wee bits of light cracking thro’ the dawn. There were courtesy fireflies spangling all around in our backyard. It felt like an occulted delight. Tight pressed, we lay on our pillows as these ceremonial parades melted away from sights. After that, wonder of wonders this log 🪵 wood cutting scene began. Probably that was when I must have drifted, momentarily, into REM sleeps ! It was a dream! A time or two, visibly, a form in shadow suddenly appeared, as though, a spirited beam of light was shattering my brain 🧠, giving me a sense of what I could have be missing in that situation : a delusion ! Out there, in those wild dreams now came in a foresty feel , an act of me unbecomingly empty in the mind —so much so, out of nowhere, I found a 🪚 chainsaw stitched unto my frays, a growing 🎃 jack-o-lanterns glowing with a foot in form , through the night. And thusly, with my imaginations on overdrive, 9 times out of 10, we knocked each other out, thinking something mysterious was lurking within sight! So it was a total Fright Night ! And then , in the morn , it was all about the sun 🌞 rise, coming duly in order for such strangeness to subside! Still living gently and spreading this earnest wish ... never say die! Then when Covid ruins had spread unchecked for several days we finally got ourselves cured. “May the devil 👿 prowl and whoop up its hymns out of sight .. O! that act of wading through the dark, uninformed, a pretty blindly random act , for something of which we did not realize, should be kept socially distanced for miles.” I tell you, those daunting bearings, not much visible, yet one learns to understand only when one lives in the wild only to be shut in groves away from life. Away you go, stealthy Covid🥷 coming at us in a disguise 🥸 . You weren’t much in terms of reassurance, even when you tried to work out theories on our minds. To do well ,now, means , to cut the chilling gloom you tried creating on our insides .. O ! waverly Covid hitting us on all sides, we WILL survive ! #genuflexingtothegroundinreverenceandworshiptoallthegodlinessinreach P.S : May those growls with howls and prowls menacing life remain destroyed ! © ✍️ Madhu Goteti, July 31st, 2025
By Madhu Goteti 6 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
By Nadeem Shah The sky bled red the evening I returned to Raven Hollow. I hadn’t been back in twelve years—not since the night everything I believed in was shattered. The roads felt narrower, the trees darker, like the whole town was holding its breath, waiting for me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Wrote His Goodby
The Man Who Wrote His Goodby Every morning since she turned thirty, Nina Alvarez followed the same quiet ritual — brewed coffee, gentle jazz, and the city paper spread across her small kitchen table, once owned by her mother. It was her way of feeling anchored in a world that often spun too fast.
By Enric Milly6 months ago in Fiction
