Series

We Were Just Surviving, Not Living. AI-Generated.
The alarm rang at 5:42 a.m., the same shrill digital scream it had made every weekday for the past six years. Lena reached over me to turn it off.
By Jenny a day ago in Fiction
He Never Complained, But I Could See the Bitterness in His Silence. AI-Generated.
My husband never complained. Not when the landlord raised the rent again. Not when his hours were cut without warning.
By Jenny a day ago in Fiction
I Cannot Fail. My Family Needs Me. AI-Generated.
The call came at 2:17 a.m. I knew it was bad news before I answered. No one calls at that hour to say life is going well.
By Jenny a day ago in Fiction
We Began from Nothing. AI-Generated.
When I first met Daniel, he was arguing with a vending machine. “Come on,” he muttered, slapping the side of it. “You can’t just eat my last dollar like that.”
By Jenny a day ago in Fiction
The Restaurant Made Me Fat. The Restaurant Made Me Thin.. AI-Generated.
The first thing the restaurant gave me was hunger. Not the kind that lives in the stomach. The kind that lives in the future.
By Petera day ago in Fiction
In New York, No One Cares If You Are Fat. AI-Generated.
The first thing New York taught me was indifference. Not cruelty. Not kindness. Indifference. I arrived on a gray morning in February, carrying two suitcases and a body that had always arrived before me. At JFK Airport, people moved with the speed of purpose. They walked past me without slowing down, without looking twice, without calculating my size the way people had done all my life.
By Petera day ago in Fiction
Fat Is Not a Body Problem. It Is a Life Problem.. AI-Generated.
The first thing I learned about being fat was not hunger. It was silence. I was twelve when my aunt stopped introducing me by my name.
By Petera day ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Jasmine in the Spine
PROLOGUE — The Sea Swallowed Me London Docklands — Years Ago The water didn’t look like water at night.
By Novel2 days ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov Wagner Moura Series: Surveillance and Information Control as Elite Infrastructure
At the Golden Globe Awards, held at the The Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills, Wagner Moura’s recognition brought renewed attention to the political depth of The Secret Agent. According to Stanislav Kondrashov, one of the film’s most revealing elements is its depiction of surveillance as a structural necessity rather than a dramatic device.
By Stanislav Kondrashov4 days ago in Fiction
Alexandra and Andrea. Top Story - February 2026.
Alexandra and Andrea were twin cousins and one day they were visiting their grandma's house in a very small town by the name of
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brier5 days ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin5 days ago in Fiction