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The Midnight Letter
It was a rainy night when Clara sat by her old oak desk, staring at the pile of unopened letters that had accumulated over the past month. Her small apartment smelled faintly of coffee and rain-soaked streets, a combination that reminded her of long-forgotten days spent in her childhood home. There was something strangely comforting about the routine of going through letters, even if most of them were bills, advertisements, or notifications she didn’t particularly care about.
By Fawad Ahmada day ago in Fiction
The Last Message
By the time she noticed the message, it was already too late to matter. It had come in at 2:17 a.m. She saw the timestamp first, a gray, indifferent number sitting above the unread bubble. The phone had been on silent, face down on the nightstand, where she’d left it after deciding—firmly, finally—that she wasn’t going to check it again.
By shallon gregersona day ago in Fiction
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day Truth is, no one can point to one single moment and say, this is exactly where it began. The strongest story goes back to the 1500s, when France changed its calendar. The new year used to be celebrated at the end of March, leading into April. Then it was officially moved to January 1st.Not everyone caught on. Some people kept celebrating in April, either because they did not know, or they refused to change. And others began to mock them. They would send them on pointless errands, give fake gifts, play tricks, and laugh, calling them fools. “April fools.”
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
Dear Tom Sawyer,
Dear Tom, How come you ain't found me yet? You know darn well I'm somewhere nobody ought to look. Or are you still recoverin from that gunshot? I reckon you think that makes us even but it don't. I still ain't forgived you for that fool rescue of yours on account of I got nothin out of it but trouble and aggravation. Least you could do is come find me seein as you owe me considerable.
By Paul Aaron Domenicka day ago in Fiction
Imaginary Friend
Chastelin didn’t think she would fit into the small suburban neighborhood. It had given off a robotic hum of small town paradise. The kind of place where the smiles were just a little too wide, but never overly genuine. A place her wilder youth would have called a cult and yet here she was fitting right in.
By Amos Gladea day ago in Fiction
He Saved a Genie… So Why Did It Try to Kill Him?
By(Haris Barki) Once upon a time a fisherman so old and so poor that he could scarcely manage to support his wife and three children. He went every day to fish very early, and each day he made a rule not to throw his nets more than four times. He started out one morning by moonlight and came to the sea-shore. He undressed and threw his nets, and as he was drawing them towards the bank he felt a great weight. He thought he had caught a large fish, and he felt very pleased. But a moment afterwards, seeing that instead of a fish he only had in his nets the carcase of an ass, he was much disappointed.
By Mariana Fariasa day ago in Fiction
Till Death Due Us Part
This toast is for my ex-wife Carole and Brian. I have no idea what I am doing at this wedding, but don't worry I have not checked the mail in two days. I feel very powerful at this moment, feeling that I have the power to ruin everything with the stroke of a pen or lack of a stroke. However, I would like to wish you both years of happiness, and mortgage payments, and babies and child support. I will be sure to sign on the dotted line, granting you, the freedom to remarry, of course you just did that.
By Gregory Paytona day ago in Fiction
