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I Pretended to Be Strong So My Child Wouldn’t Worry. AI-Generated.
The hardest part of being a parent is not the work. It’s the pretending. Not pretending to love your child—because that part is easy. Love comes naturally. It grows quietly in the spaces between bedtime stories, school lunches, and small conversations about homework.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
We Never Said It Out Loud, But We Were Struggling. AI-Generated.
There was a time when our apartment looked normal from the outside. The lights were on every evening. Dinner was cooked most nights. Our child laughed while watching cartoons in the living room. Sometimes we even joked with each other about small things—burnt rice, forgotten groceries, a misplaced phone charger.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
My Child Is the Reason I Keep Going. AI-Generated.
The alarm rings every morning at 5:30. For a few seconds, I lie still in the dark, staring at the ceiling. My body feels heavy, as if sleep has glued me to the bed. Outside the window, the city is quiet, caught in that brief moment before the first subway trains begin rumbling beneath the streets.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
I Smile in Public, and Collapse in Private. AI-Generated.
The first thing people notice about me is my smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes customers feel comfortable, coworkers feel relaxed, and strangers think everything in my life must be going just fine.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
Every Dollar Means a Little More Safety. AI-Generated.
At 5:30 a.m., the alarm rang like a small emergency in the darkness. I opened my eyes before the second beep. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. The room was still. The faint blue light of early morning slipped through the curtains and rested quietly on the wall.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
I Had No Way Back. AI-Generated.
The alarm rang at 5:10 a.m., the same shrill sound that had dragged me out of sleep for the past eight years. For a moment I lay still in the darkness, staring at the cracked ceiling above my bed. Outside, the city was quiet in that brief hour before the morning rush. Somewhere far away, a truck rumbled. Pipes in the building clanked softly.
By Jenny 3 days ago in Fiction
I Took a Job I Never Imagined — And It Changed Me . AI-Generated.
The job offer came on a gray afternoon that felt exactly like every other afternoon of that difficult year. I remember staring at the email on my phone while sitting on a bench outside a grocery store.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
The First Time I Saw Hope. AI-Generated.
The first time I saw hope, it did not arrive like a sunrise. There was no dramatic moment, no music swelling in the background, no sudden miracle.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
The Moment I Stopped Feeling Powerless. AI-Generated.
The morning I stopped feeling powerless began like every other morning in those years — with the sound of my alarm clock buzzing beside a bed that felt heavier than it should.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
Those Darkling Elves
Introduction This is a tale inspired by this amazing illustration shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook. The music is "Seven Hundred Elves" by Steeleye Span
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Fiction
The Pharaoh in the Pyramid is Alive
"Does anyone remember the Tri-Main Headcast being off before?" asked Akhenaten to noone in particular. The response was a chorus of blank stares and murmurs of "no".
By A. S. Lawrence4 days ago in Fiction
My Big, Crazy, Norse Myth Wedding. Content Warning.
Who doesn't love Norse mythology? Odin. Thor. Freyja. Loki. It's a rich, sprawling mythology. Having said that, like other mythologies, there are elements of silliness insanity, chaos, all of which make it even more compelling for me.
By John R. Godwin4 days ago in Fiction