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Peanut Butter Sandwiches
“I know that there was a big church here?” “Used to be?” “Yes, used to be, before…” “Yea, before… come on let’s keep moving, it’s starting to get dark.”
By Raine Fielderabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Maintain a Municipal Clock That No Longer Tells the Time
Purpose: This manual will guide you through the routine maintenance of a municipal clock that has ceased to measure hours and instead measures something less cooperative. Follow each instruction carefully. Deviations may result in nostalgia, minor civic unrest, or the quiet return of someone you thought had left for good.
By Annieabout a month ago in Fiction
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence
Drone Attack Claim on Putin’s Residence: What We Know and What Remains Unproven In recent days, headlines around the world have reported claims from the Russian government that a drone attack targeted the residence of President Vladimir Putin. According to Moscow, Ukrainian drones attempted to strike a location connected to the Russian leader, raising fears of a dramatic escalation in the ongoing Russia-Ukraine war. However, as with many events in this conflict, the truth is more complex than the initial claims suggest.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Fiction
Ukrainian Strikes Inside Russia and the Putin Controversy
Russia-Ukraine Conflict: Ukrainian Strikes Inside Russia and the Putin Controversy In late December 2025, tension rose once more in the long-running Russia-Ukraine war after Russia claimed that Ukrainian forces had carried out a drone attack targeting Russian President Vladimir Putin’s residence in the Novgorod region of Russia. This accusation quickly became a headline in many countries, but independent information and U.S. intelligence assessments show there is no evidence Ukraine targeted Putin’s home. Reuters+1
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Fiction
Toxic Breakup. Content Warning.
"Wow... That's really how you're going to leave me?" He said. "It's not like that..." She began. "Save it!" He interrupted, "I don't need to hear anymore of your pathetic justifications. You decided to leave me, after all this time! Every one of our shared experiences and all of those cherished memories, wasted. It was all pointless thanks to you..."
By Dylan about a month ago in Fiction
The PROMPT.
Him: “Did you finish reading it?” Her: “I read it three times.” Him: “And?” Her: “It is a trap.” Him: “That is the point.”
By Testabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Light in Window Seven
Every night at exactly 9:17 p.m., a single window lit up on the seventh floor of the Alderstone Apartments. No one knew why.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Director. Content Warning.
“Don’t tighten it.” “It’s slipping.” “It’s cutting.” “Good.” “Don’t say good.” “Breathe.” “Don’t tell me to breathe like you’re helping.”
By Richard Patrick Gageabout a month ago in Fiction
Day 12: Something Is Writing Back
Day 1 I woke up on a carpet that smelled like old paper and damp electricity. Yellow walls. Buzzing lights. No windows. No doors that led anywhere meaningful.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
Who We Am vs Who Am We?
“We’d like to have a word with you.” “Y-y-yes?” “Another woman." "I beg your pardon?" "Just talking to myself. Shall we get started? Let’s see, I have your papers here. It all boils down to this, really. Are you one of us? And I mean, really...one of us?”
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
DECODING THE MAN FROM A NON-EXISTENT COUNTRY
On a summer day in Oia in 1954, at Haneda International Airport in Tokyo, Japan, passengers streamed through passport control. Everything seemed normal until a middle-aged, well-dressed man approached the immigration counter. Customs officers examined his thick passport, and suddenly, an eerie silence fell. The passport appeared valid, containing visa stamps from numerous countries, but there was one inconsistency. It was issued by a country called Taured, a nation that didn't exist on Earth.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Story Of Nightmares
What is this mess in the hallway? Why is the floor soaking wet? I vomited and you cleaned it up? You're the worst housekeeper I've ever met.
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Fiction