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"100 Before I Die" – The Journal of M. Content Warning.
Entry #1083 – Thursday, 7:14 AM I woke up to birdsong. Not the sweet kind, but that ugly, grating screech crows make when they’re fighting over trash. Poetic. My kind of morning. Coffee was cold again. I don't know why I bother brewing it. Habit, maybe. People love their little routines, don't they? Me too. Only mine includes carving initials into my wall—one for every soul I’ve sent off.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Love U, Fiona
LOVE U Fiona.. Our protagonist is Fiona. Fiona Ray. Fiona is an adopted girl. Her real mother is a Russian woman. Her mother came to Singapore in the mid-nineteen-eighties as a prostitute. She was sold to young men from high-class families in Singapore and earned hundreds of thousands of dollars.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction
"I Quit My 9-to-5 Job with $200 in My Bank Account — What Happened Next Shocked Everyone". AI-Generated.
I never imagined rock bottom could be the beginning of something beautiful. It was a rainy Tuesday when I finally snapped. I was sitting in a gray office, staring at a spreadsheet I didn’t understand, pretending to care about Q2 metrics. My manager had just added another “urgent-but-not-really” task to my plate, and all I could think was: Is this it?
By "TaleAlchemy"9 months ago in Fiction
To Drink the Self
Your existence and death are not the ultimate truths, Eldric. What lies beyond death?" Eldric asked. Then what is the ultimate truth? Professor Loenov.
By Karan w. 10 months ago in Fiction
The Vanisher - Part 2 . Top Story - April 2025.
If you have not read part 1 to this story, written by Komal, then please do so via the following link: Elana worked in a bakery named Maison Landemaine in Paris. Six days a week, she was surrounded by the smell of demi-baguettes, Tarte au Citrons, and the most delicious smelling croissants. She liked her coworkers enough and the routine nature of her job was comforting.
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Fiction
“The Forgotten Town That Doesn’t Exist on Any Map – A Chilling Urban Legend”
The Discovery It began like any other road trip. Jenna and Marcus were driving cross-country, taking the scenic route through old backroads of rural Pennsylvania. Their GPS signal had been weak for hours, but the road was clear, and they weren’t in a rush. As the sun began to dip below the treetops, a faded wooden sign caught their attention: Welcome to Dry Hollow – Pop. ???
By GadgetGround10 months ago in Fiction
Do you want to come to my chest?"
Do you want to come to my chest?" " Mmm." " This chest is yours now, my girl. You don't have to ask permission, you don't have to wait for me to speak.. You can curl up in this chest anytime, anywhere.."
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Echoes
The small town of Eldridge had always been quiet, nestled at the foot of mist-covered hills. People there lived simple, peaceful lives—until the day the voice returned.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 10 months ago in Fiction
Specter.exe: Malfunction at Grimsby Manor
Chapter One: Welcome to Grimsby When wealthy tech mogul Dr. Victoria Grimsby died under extremely suspicious circumstances (i.e., launched 12 feet into the air during a VR meditation session), her sprawling estate was left to her one-of-a-kind invention: a robot butler named C.L.A.N.K. (Cognitive Lifeform for Assistance, Navigation, and Killing—ignore that last bit, it was a typo in the patent).
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction
Genius Killer
the opening scene features a man named Milo Stanfield who is suffering from autism spectrum disorder or ASD he is seen standing on a street of New Jersey
By Arefin Mim10 months ago in Fiction
My Therapist Said to Write a Letter to My Ex. I Didn’t Expect a Reply
My Therapist Said to Write a Letter to My Ex. I Didn’t Expect a Reply." Chapter 1: The Assignment Dr. Langford’s office smelled like lavender and regret. “Write a letter to Aiden,” she said, sliding a sheet of cream stationery toward me. “Say everything you never got to. Then burn it.”
By Wiki Rjm10 months ago in Fiction
The cluckening. Content Warning.
No one ever expected the apocalypse to start at McFeather Farms. Certainly not Farmer Bill, whose biggest worry up to now had been whether his prized zucchini would win the blue ribbon at the county fair. But something was off this season. The sky had been an unsettling shade of green for three days, the cows were mooing in Latin, and the scarecrow kept turning its head slightly every time Bill walked past.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction