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Inflation Stole Christmas
The snow fell relentlessly that Christmas Eve, each flake a delicate whisper against the frozen air, drifting through the streets like the last vestiges of a season we all once knew. From my window, the city below seemed swallowed by its own stillness—a pristine world untouched by the relentless march of time. Yet, beneath the serene white blanket, a deeper truth pulsed: the silence was not peace; it was a hollow echo of a year spent in quiet suffering.
By Honsby Orjiabout a year ago in Fiction
A Crime in the Late Night. AI-Generated.
**A Crime in the Late Night** Inspector Jack Faces a Deadly Mystery in an Abandoned House In the middle of a dark night, with only the howl of the wind and the distant barking of a dog breaking the silence, Inspector Jack stood before an old, abandoned house. The repeated reports of strange screams coming from this house had worried the neighborhood residents, prompting him to investigate personally.
By Benhadja Abdallahabout a year ago in Fiction
A Blizzard All My Own. Content Warning.
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon, Nora finally got an opportunity to have some time to herself. The hustle and bustle of the holiday season always dampens her alone time. She liked people, but she didn’t like her world revolving around others all the time. Which, when you work in customer service, it might as well.
By CgtWritingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tyrant's Shadows of Ambition
Tunde Bullock’s frailty was a cruel illusion. Beneath his trembling hands and hollowed cheeks lay a mind sharp and relentless—driven by a single, all-consuming hunger: to rule Neverland. His past was a tangled web of whispered rumors—shady deals, a rise to wealth steeped in mystery, con artistry, and ties to criminal forces as dark as the secrets he kept. But one thing remained undeniable: nothing would stand between him and his ambition, not even his failing body.
By Honsby Orjiabout a year ago in Fiction
Rudolph's Retribution. Content Warning.
It was the year Christmas didn’t happen. Everything began normal for the North Pole residents, who woke up Christmas Eve morning oblivious that by nightfall, Christmas would be canceled for countless boys and girls worldwide. They went about their business never suspecting that evil was in their midst.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
What the Dickens...?
It was a bitter night. Wind penetrated the house, making it gasp and groan, windows rattling in fear of shattering. She sat meditatively in the red wingback chair, the fire's blaze warming and scorching. She was exhausted and grateful for the chance to stop. She could not fully relax though, the storm pulling at her consciousness, as the logs spit. She picked up her knitting.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
