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The End Is Where We Begin
It was supposed to be the worst of times. At least, that’s what Georgia had been told her entire life. She grew up in a world obsessed with endings. Climate reports, collapsing economies, wars flashing across screens—everything pointed toward one inevitable conclusion: the world as we know it was fading.
By Imran Ali Shah13 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 24.
The Spring My Daughter Graduated During the Pandemic One afternoon, my younger daughter, Rainbow, came home from school with a question that seemed simple at the time.
By Peter13 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 23.
A small pandemic incident that taught me an unexpected lesson about work, responsibility, and knowing one’s place. One morning during the long months of pandemic lockdown, I received an unexpected phone call from Ms. Lin.
By Peter13 days ago in Fiction
Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm13 days ago in Fiction
Wedding Vows
Introduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Fucked-up Wedding Toasts" that you can check out here: And the image was shared on Facebook by the most excellent Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 14 days ago in Fiction
I Felt Completely Lost… Even When Everything Seemed Fine
I smiled, laughed, and told everyone I was fine. Friends, family, even strangers on social media—they all believed me. But the truth? I felt completely lost inside. And I didn’t know how to fix it.
By Millicent Chisom14 days ago in Fiction
City of plague: A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 22.
A quiet story about fear, groceries, and how the internet became our lifeline. During the pandemic, Manhattan’s Chinatown felt like a city holding its breath.
By Peter14 days ago in Fiction
City of plague: A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 21.
A family story about distance, marriage, and the strange quiet that forced us to speak about what we had long avoided. When the pandemic arrived, it did not knock on the door politely. It barged in.
By Peter14 days ago in Fiction
Beneath the Blood-Red Sky
Dearest Count, I am afraid to tell you that I will not be able to fulfil my duties. I had thought I would kneel at your feet as you darkened the bright city lights of London with your terror, feasting upon the crimson sustenance so readily offered by wench and gentleman alike.
By Paul Stewart15 days ago in Fiction
That Day, I Became Someone Else. AI-Generated.
I didn’t plan to change my life that day. If anything, I was trying to hold it together. It was a gray Thursday in late October—the kind of day when the sky feels low, like it’s pressing down on the city. I remember standing on the train platform, hands in my coat pockets, watching the same crowd I had watched for years.
By Peter15 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 20.
A small farewell in New York that left a lasting sadness during the pandemic For nearly three months, COVID-19 swept through New York City like an unstoppable storm.
By Peter15 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A New Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 19.
In the Chinese lunar calendar, the first day of the fourth month is my birthday. Birthdays are strange things. They mark the beginning of a life, a moment that seems enormously important—yet none of us ever choose it. It simply arrives, quietly deciding the starting point of our existence.
By Peter15 days ago in Fiction