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Dreams Are Expensive Here
Not a metaphorical one—the kind you chase with late nights, rent overdue, and an aching heart. No, I came for the real thing. The kind they grow in labs under soft purple lights. The kind they sell in velvet boxes behind frosted glass, where price tags are whispered rather than written.
By HAROON YOUNAS6 months ago in Fiction
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
Manu was punished for lying
Dear children! In a distant forest, there lived a group of cats. They all had a deep friendship. All the cats used to play together and even go out to eat together. The winter season had begun and the cold outside was getting worse. In such a situation, the cats found it impossible to leave the house, but they had to go out to fill their stomachs.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Fiction
LAKE
The Ford Escape, packed with four high school students and their luggage, crossed the Kentucky Stateline. Direct sunlight greeted us through the window across the first of several States separating us from our final destination. From the front passenger seat, I blinked my eyes open and took in my surroundings. A 5:30 wake-up call resulted in the experience of a brief catnap. The clock radio now read 7:45 and I knew that I had shirked copilot duties. I glanced over to apologize to John Lake for my failure at the role entrusted to me. However, the senior’s eyes remained fixed on the road and he shrugged nonchalantly before I could get a word in. John never said much and the silence could be intimidating. I restored the position of trust granted to me by taking a sip of soda to remain alert and adjusted the volume on the MP3 player. The vehicle’s thermometer indicated that the midmorning outdoor temperature was 65 degrees; the air conditioner made the vehicle cabin substantially crisper. We sat in the vehicle as four friends (three guys and one girl; one sophomore, two juniors, and a senior) leaving Ohio for the ritual Summer Week. John’s family owned beachfront property in South Carolina (affectionately referred to as “The Lakehouse”) and the episode awaiting us at our final destination would be well worth the early morning departure. Such an experience might have even been worth the seven months of schooling that brought us to today.
By Kent Brindley6 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
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 Day Google Maps Led Me to a Place That Doesn’t Exist
1. The Wrong Turn That Changed Everything Maya hated driving to new clients. That’s why she trusted Google Maps. But when the robotic voice chirped "Turn left onto Memory Lane" in the middle of rural Vermont farm country, she knew something was wrong.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Hearts against the Storm
The night was colder than usual, with a restless wind scraping across the empty roads as I rode toward the old farmhouse. I had no backup. No phone. Just the folded copy of the evidence Hamza had given me, tucked in my inner coat pocket. And a flicker of hope that somehow, this meeting — this trap — might be the end of it all.
By Mehmood Niaz6 months ago in Fiction
Hearts against the Storm
The sun had barely risen over the horizon when I opened my eyes in Hamza’s small apartment. The air was still, heavy with tension. Alya lay beside me on the mattress, curled up, clutching the shawl Hamza had given her the night before. I could see the bruise on her arm — Azeel’s mark. My blood boiled at the sight.
By Mehmood Niaz6 months ago in Fiction
