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By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
The Voice Note.
Alice was sitting on the floor with her back against the kitchen cabinet when she first listened to his voice. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest. The light above the sink buzzed faintly. Outside, it was raining, a soft, steady sound that made everything feel smaller, quieter.
By Test8 months ago in Fiction
Time is Money 💰
In the city of Chronovale, time wasn’t just measured—it was currency. Every citizen wore a sleek, silver wristband that ticked down their life’s seconds, each tick a coin spent on survival. Rent, food, love—everything cost time. The wealthy hoarded years, their wristbands glowing with surplus, while the poor scrambled, their bands dimming toward zero. Elias Kane was one of the latter, a street artist whose wristband flickered at 3 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes.
By TrueVocal8 months ago in Fiction
Her Smile Was the Last Clue
The Girl Who Smiled at Rain It all began in the quiet town of Willowbrook, where the rain fell almost every afternoon, and the streets smelled of old books and roses.
By Muhammad Hayat8 months ago in Fiction
Blame It On Arnold
"Mom, Joey took my Gameboy out of my room again!" Chris snapped, his pale, freckled face scrunched in an angry scowl and his brown eyes flashing, "Make him give it back!"
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in Fiction
Do Not Trust Anybody
The letter arrived on a rainy Tuesday morning, stuffed inside an unmarked envelope with no return address. Anna almost didn’t notice it in the pile of bills and junk, but something about the thick paper and uneven handwriting made her pause.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Fiction
The 90-Day Love Lab: How Your Brain Secretly Tests Relationships (And How to Pass)"
"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." — Aristotle Modern neuroscience has uncovered what poets have long suspected: romantic love follows a precise biological timeline. The first 90 days of a relationship represent a critical evolutionary threshold where infatuation chemistry either transforms into lasting attachment or fades into memory. This transitional window reveals fundamental truths about how and why we love.
By shoaib khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Science of Love: How Brain Chemicals Control Who We Love and Why
Love has inspired poets, artists, and musicians for centuries - but what if this powerful emotion is really just chemistry? Modern neuroscience reveals that love isn't some magical force, but rather a carefully orchestrated series of chemical reactions in our brains. Understanding these processes doesn't make love any less special - in fact, it makes the experience even more fascinating.
By MR.THOMAS8 months ago in Fiction
Child's Play
Mystifying Marvin and his assistant, Bodacious Brenda, worked the senior circuit, which consisted of 55+ and assisted living communities. The duo, whose shows never lasted past 9:00p.m., bewildered and impressed their audiences with sleight of hand and Marvin’s specialty, hypnosis. Brenda would meander through the crowd, selecting unsuspecting and relatively spry audience members to take part in the hypnosis segment of the act.
By Mark Gagnon8 months ago in Fiction
Instructions for the Court
Note - here is a link to the Challenge: Notes for proper behaviour in the courtroom: 1. No smiles. Why did he have to give me such a ridiculous list? And why start with the obvious? I know that the 'court of public opinion' - such a ludicrous phrase - has already decided that I am guilty. I could not keep up the charade of tears and weeping all day long now, could I? When I saw him bloviating and gesturing, it just came out. At least I look good (such a fine artist).
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Fiction
The Phone Box And The Storm
The Phone Box And The Storm I was small. Really small. The kind of small where your whole world can fit into your mam’s coat pocket, and every noise feels ten times louder than it should. Especially the sound of a Thunder Storm,that is every child’s fear when it picks upon the look it’s mothers worried face.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction
America, the Bells Are Ringing—Are You Listening?
In towns and cities across America, a curious phenomenon is unfolding. Phones ring at odd hours with no caller ID. Doorbells chime in neighborhoods where no visitors are expected. Alarm bells sound in our social consciousness, even when we try to silence them. Where are they coming from—and more importantly, why are they ringing?
By Dipayan Biswas8 months ago in Fiction