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The Path from Destruction. Top Story - November 2025.
So I'm "here," parked in Joe Pye Weed Field on a warm October night, with Kenny, Nate, and Mark, three friends I've known since childhood. We're all in our early twenties. It's 1988. There's plenty of Budweiser and cheap vodka going around.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Humans
You Are Here, Unfortunately
This is not a healing journey. This is a user manual for the confusing floor plan that is me. You’re holding an atlas of one extremely unreliable narrator:
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Humans
Into Thin Air
For being a small, timid child, I never backed down from a challenge. Ride my tricycle down the forty-five degree slope of the street we lived on? Two missing teeth, skinned knees for days and a spanking later ( in that famous Sponge Bob French accent)? Challenge accepted.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Humans
The Flight That Vanished Without a Trace:. AI-Generated.
It turned into speculated to be an normal flight. On March 8, 2014, Malaysia airlines Flight MH370 took off from Kuala Lumpur, sure for Beijing. On board had been 239 humans — passengers, team, households, pals. The night time turned into calm, the skies clear. however less than an hour after takeoff, the aircraft disappeared. No distress signal, no caution, no hint.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Humans
Roughly 75% of your brain is water. AI-Generated.
The Brain's Hidden Hydration: Understanding Why Roughly 75% of Your Brain is Water Imagine your brain as a busy computer. It hums along with circuits firing non-stop. But without the right coolant, it overheats and crashes. That coolant? It's water. Your brain relies on it more than you think.
By Story silver book 2 months ago in Humans
The Map of My Voice On Vocal.Media
The Map of My Voice On Vocal.Media I never expected to find my voice in the places I did. Not on stages, not in crowded rooms, not through conversations where people talk over each other. My voice grew in quieter corners, in the places where I didn’t need to perform, only to feel. If I were to draw a map of how I found it, it wouldn’t look like rivers or roads. It would look like moments that tested me, broke me, and somehow rebuilt me.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Humans
Trump calls on House Republicans to vote to release Epstein files
In a dramatic turn that reignited one of America’s darkest and most controversial chapters, former President Donald Trump publicly called on House Republicans to vote in favor of releasing the long-sealed Jeffrey Epstein files. The demand—made through a late-night social media post and later repeated at a rally—sent shockwaves across Washington, stirring a storm of political debate, renewed public curiosity, and quiet anxiety among those whose names may appear in the documents.
By DigitalAddi2 months ago in Humans
The Bakery of Second Chances
In the heart of a busy city, a small bakery named “Golden Crust” stood quietly on a corner. Its owner, Hassan, had inherited the shop from his father, who taught him that baking was more than just making bread — it was a way to nurture, to connect, and sometimes, to heal.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Silent Garden
In the quiet town of Afsanaabad, there was a small public garden known as Nafees Park. Old wooden benches, a narrow walking path, and a fountain that barely worked — nothing special, yet the garden held a warmth that made people visit after long days.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Old Library
In the middle of a crowded, noisy city, there was a library that few people visited. Its walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling, many with cracked spines and yellowed pages. Dust lingered in the corners, and the smell of old paper mixed with the faint scent of lavender that the librarian, Mr. Naveed, always carried.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Corner Cafe
In the heart of a bustling city, where honking cars and hurried footsteps never seemed to stop, there was a small café at the corner of two streets called “Morning Light.” It was modest — a few wooden tables, a counter polished to a warm glow, and a window overlooking the crowded intersection. But for those who entered, it felt like a haven.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
At First Sight, By the Water’s Light
At First Sight, By the Water’s Light Along the shore where dawn was spilled, Where waves in silver hush were stilled,
By Dedan Derickson2 months ago in Humans