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The House With One Lamp On
A literary fiction short story about estrangement, memory, and returning to the edge of a beginning without resolution. By the time Mara turned onto Bishop Road, the rain had thinned to a silver mist, the kind that did not so much fall as hover, as though the sky had forgotten whether it meant to finish what it started.
By Flower InBloomabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 18.
One evening, my phone rang unexpectedly. The caller ID showed the name Mr. Li, president of the Southern Hometown Association. I knew him well. He was a respected figure in the Chinese community—calm, thoughtful, and never someone who called without a reason.
By Peterabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 17.
Directly across the street from the building where I worked stood an old commercial property that had quietly witnessed decades of Manhattan’s restless life.
By Peterabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Something Borrowed
Hey, everybody! For those of you who don... ah, who are we kidding? Who here doesn’t know me? Geez, Mom! The stink eye already? I remember – short and sweet!
By Cristal S.about 16 hours ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Lyndsey Baker
For 22-year-old Lyndsey Baker, it was a turning point very early in her young wrestling career. She debuted for Mavens of Combat, a women's wrestling promotion that has operated for 35 years, just 18 months ago, but she has already gained a lot of steam and is looked at for contention for MOC's World Championship. Everything was coming up so quickly for Lyndsey as her career was just getting started.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsa 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
🍻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
Questions To Be Answered
Cassandra had often wondered. What made her mother leave her? What was her mother like? Did her mother want her to have a better life? Or did she just not love her child? Was her blonde hair the same as her mother’s? Or did she get it from someone else? Would she recognize her mother if the other woman stood before her? Who gave her her name? Was it her mother or the people who’d found her?
By Reb Kreylinga day ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Fiction
The Insulted and the Miraculous. Content Warning.
My mother and I found ourselves in one of those establishments--Italian, perhaps, or some pale imitation thereof--where the air is thick with the scent of garlic and the clatter of plates, and every glance from a stranger feels like an accusation.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 days ago in Fiction
The amazing small business
I think with everything that is going on in our world at the moment, so many businesses deserve the right to their few hours of fame. However, let’s spare a thought for the corner shops just like in the war they were there helping families try to get as near a normal life as possible.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Fiction