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Cut To Shreds
Stacy stumbled out of the briefing room, clutching her notepad like a life raft. Having held the position of Deputy Communications Director for eleven days, she already knew she would need to face the hallway gauntlet of aides, interns, and political operatives waiting outside.
By Scott Christenson🌴a day ago in Fiction
DARK Shadow of 2026
March 2026 has become a defining moment in modern human history. For years, the world watched the simmering tensions between major powers as a series of diplomatic chess moves. But today, that peace has fractured. As we analyze the ongoing Iran-US conflict and the broader geopolitical shifts, it is clear that we are not just witnessing a war for territory, but a war for the future of global order. The headlines are dominated by military strikes and oil price surges, but beneath the surface lies a complex web of technology, economics, and human struggle that defines this era of chaos.
By Its_Shani a day ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 16.
The sky that morning looked as if it had sunk into a deep gray abyss. Then, without warning, the rain began. At first the drops were scattered, but soon they grew heavier—big, bean-sized drops pounding the pavement with relentless persistence. The rain fell harder and harder until the entire city seemed swallowed by it. It had already been raining for an entire morning, stubborn and unyielding, as if the storm had made up its mind not to leave.
By Petera day ago in Fiction
City of plague: A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 15.
During the long months of lockdown, when people were asked to stay home to avoid the virus, the city seemed to lose its heartbeat.
By Petera day ago in Fiction
My Wife of Bath...
Note: if you do not know much about the Wife of Bath, or this Challenge, watch the above video, and look at the link below. I have decided that since this is a letter, I am going to keep it brief.
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Fiction
Above From Below
Part One Beneath an unusually dark sky, a building in the middle of nowhere, West Texas, sits as it gets pelted by heavy rain mixed with hail. The warning systems at the National Weather Service were right, and the storm was developing into a supercell. It gave off strange atmospheric readings that kept the one person assigned to the observation post busy.
By The Man Behind The Maska day ago in Fiction
THE SILENT AFFAIR: A LOVE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
"They say some secrets are meant to be buried, but some secrets refuse to stay in the grave. In the winter of 1912, inside a locked drawer of a decaying mansion, a letter was found. It wasn't a letter of business or family. It was a letter of fire—a forbidden confession of a love that was never supposed to exist. A love that was as beautiful as it was lethal."
By Its_Shani a day ago in Fiction
The King of Peace
A parade day. A celebration day. A mandatory day of patriotism. All across our great nation festivities will be going on. Towns will scramble to make it the grandest day in the history of days, by decree. And the Masks will be checking to ensure it is, never you worry.
By Micaela Sparrowa day ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
The central arena, once a flat expanse of polished hardwood that had witnessed countless slam dunks and frantic scrimmages, was now a shimmering sea of color and texture. Marc coordinated the placement of round, metallic tables that were covered in shimmering silver cloth, each topped with crystal vases filled with deep‑red roses and white lilies, the flowers’ petals soft against the hard surface. Peter, ever the detail‑oriented, arranged a series of small LED lanterns around each table, ensuring that the light would bounce off the polished surfaces and create an ambient glow reminiscent of a warm, inviting lounge rather than a stark school gym. “If we angle the lanterns just right, the reflections will make the whole room feel like we’re inside a giant disco ball,” he said, his eyes alight with the sort of childlike wonder that only a well‑planned event can inspire.
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
It was a damp, early‑winter afternoon in 2016, and the echo of squeaking sneakers and the faint hum of the gym’s fluorescent lights filled the cavernous space as Marc lugged a massive roll of glossy, burgundy‑tinted tablecloth across the polished wooden floor. The scent of fresh paint from the recent renovations mingled with the faint, lingering aroma of disinfectant, giving the room an oddly comforting, institutional perfume that reminded him of countless high‑school assemblies. As he unrolled the fabric, he could hear the clatter of metal ladders being set up by Scott, whose formerly lanky frame moved with an almost frantic efficiency, while Peter, ever the meticulous planner, consulted a crumpled checklist that read, “Balloons, banners, lights—don’t forget the photo wall!” Their collaborative energy turned the otherwise sterile gym into a bustling workshop, each of them determined to transform the space into a nostalgic haven for the class of ’01.
By Forest Greena day ago in Fiction
🍻The Drunken Tongue🥂
Okay, my turn! I’m Heidi’s currently drunk uncle Denny. And I ‘hck’, want to make a toast too. Hooray! ...Heidi, I love you, man.
By Lamar Wigginsa day ago in Fiction
The Sins of Our Fathers
Agenda Item Seven (Q4 REVENUE ADJUSTMENT STRATEGY) Six people sat around the table of coffee, tablets, and lukewarm pastries.
By Kristen Keenon Fishera day ago in Fiction