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Every 4th Sunday
Gather your thoughts and stuff them into your pockets with your cold hands. Burrow your head between your shoulders and smother your feelings with the warmth of your gifted, cotton scarf. The same one you always wear at this time of year. The one she gifted you on her last Christmas.
By Simon George12 days ago in Fiction
What Was Seen
We do not see reality. The human eye captures information and passes it to our brain, which then knits this information together and presents us with an image that we believe is reality, and for 99% of the time, that works for us. When you walk along the street, you use your vision to avoid other people and lamp posts and other solid objects.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 12 days ago in Fiction
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence: What We Know and What Remains Unproven In recent days, headlines around the world have reported claims from the Russian government that a drone attack targeted the residence of President Vladimir Putin. According to Moscow, Ukrainian drones attempted to strike a location connected to the Russian leader, raising fears of a dramatic escalation in the ongoing Russia-Ukraine war. However, as with many events in this conflict, the truth is more complex than the initial claims suggest.
By Wings of Time 12 days ago in Fiction
Ukrainian Strikes Inside Russia and the Putin Controversy
Russia-Ukraine Conflict: Ukrainian Strikes Inside Russia and the Putin Controversy In late December 2025, tension rose once more in the long-running Russia-Ukraine war after Russia claimed that Ukrainian forces had carried out a drone attack targeting Russian President Vladimir Putin’s residence in the Novgorod region of Russia. This accusation quickly became a headline in many countries, but independent information and U.S. intelligence assessments show there is no evidence Ukraine targeted Putin’s home. Reuters+1
By Wings of Time 12 days ago in Fiction
The Stories That Shape Us
Before there were books, before there were screens glowing in the night, humans relied on each other to remember. We sat in circles, huddled near flickering fires, and listened. Every tale told was a thread woven into the fabric of memory, a lifeline connecting the living with the past. Stories of gods and spirits, heroes and tricksters, warnings and wonders—these were the first schools, the first libraries, the first teachers. Memory was sacred, and storytelling was survival.
By LUNA EDITH13 days ago in Fiction
The Hunger of Sea Glass. Top Story - February 2023.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Generations had grown on the foothills of Ambria and gazed in wonder of their choreography, humbled by the majesty of nature and beauty locked in an unending embrace. The dreamscape of twilight was an enduring reminder that all is as it was and always would be, a shining glimpse of eternity.
By Call Me Les13 days ago in Fiction
