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Boons and Curses
Before him lay his doom. Exasperated, Imperator Valatious collapsed into his chair. Beyond the hide walls of his tent, the evening air hung disquietingly still. He ran his weathered hands through a grease-stained mane of brown hair, uncut since the campaign began.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
In Dark Trees
Introduction This is inspired by the image shared on Facebook by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is "In Dark Trees" by Brian Eno.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
we die forgotten. Top Story - February 2026.
The Chorus - Cunning, not the feat of arms, brought fair Ilium low, Unmasked Achilles gambit leading him to Troy, And drove the knife into Iphigenia's breast To ply cruel Artimus for fair following winds. But the fates cut many lives short on Ilium's shores Hopes of glory dashed for thousands who fought and died Their shadows haunting Hades’ dark, lifeless halls: Noble Hector no match for enraged Achilles, Nor the son of Peleus, Paris' swift arrows, Ajax won neither Achille's golden armor Nor the mighty accolade ‘Greatest of the Greeks.’ He who fought with ruthless cunning over honor, Crafty Odysseus, gained both, and the better man, Forceful Ajax, fell upon his sword in sorrow, His soul traveling the lonely roads to Hades’ keep. But the gods' wroth ended not at the sack of Troy, Agamemnon ruing his daughter's sacrifice When his wife and her lover knifed him in his bath. And he who deceived Troy with the horse filled with Greeks Would spend ten long years failing to bring his men home....
By John Cox2 months ago in Fiction
Adam and First Woman . Top Story - February 2026.
At the time, there were no other people to witness that the Eve we know of now was not the first woman ever created. And that's what the myth gets wrong, but God and Adam knew.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
When the Lantern Came Back On
When the Lanterns Came Back On The train station in Hangzhou smelled like metal, steamed buns, and winter coats that had not seen the sun in weeks. Li Wen stood near Platform Six, her phone cold in her hand, watching families spill out of the arrivals gate. Red suitcases. Red scarves. Red envelopes already peeking from pockets. It was two days before Chinese New Year, and everyone seemed to be going somewhere they belonged.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
The Train That Only Stops for Regret
No one buys a ticket for the train that stops for regret. You find it when you are already tired of pretending you don’t have any.
By Imran Ali Shah2 months ago in Fiction
I Did Everything Right. It Still Wasn’t Enough.. AI-Generated.
This article was generated by AI and by Chat-GPT. Part 1 I followed every rule they gave me. I showed up early. I stayed late. I answered emails on weekends and smiled in meetings I didn’t need to attend. I never complained—not out loud, anyway. I believed that if I did everything right, things would eventually work out.
By Jenny 2 months ago in Fiction
Manzoor: The Boy Who Healed Hearts.. AI-Generated.
When he was admitted to the hospital, his condition was very bad. On the first night he was kept only on oxygen. The nurse who was on duty thought that this new patient would die before morning. His pulse rate was uncertain. His body was soaked in sweat. Sometimes he lay on one side and sometimes on the other. When the restlessness increased, he would sit up and start taking long breaths. His color was yellow like a lump of turmeric. His eyes were sunken inward. The bridge of his nose was cold like a piece of ice. There was trembling over his whole body.
By Muhammad Haris khan 2 months ago in Fiction
“The Girl Who Broke Willowford”
It's currently the summer of 1955 my name is James Hale, I live in the small town of Willowford. I work at my local diner, taking the same customers every day, receiving the same meals and life is good. It feels like every week repeats but nobody questions it, that's just how life is in Willowford. There’s a comfort to the routine, a rhythm to the days that never changes. People wave the same way, smile the same way, live the same way. Maybe that’s why I’ve never questioned it — Willowford feels safe, even when it feels strange.
By Christian Sanchez2 months ago in Fiction
The Return of Rübezahl
Introduction I always loved this piece by Amon Düül II and always wondered who Rübezahl was. The Wiki entry tells us all about this mountain spirit or woodwose (I have never heard that word before.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost on the Map: My 2,000-Mile Journey to a Paris That Isn’t There
If you type "Paris" into Google Maps, the algorithm will dutifully drop a pin on the City of Light. It will show you the winding Seine, the star-shaped sprawl of the Place de l’Étoile, and enough crêperies to feed a small army.
By George Evan2 months ago in Fiction
🍃💗 The Quiet Princess and the Prince Who Waited 💗🍃
🍃💗 The Quiet Princess and the Prince Who Waited 💗🍃 a soft, friendly, deeply romantic story — calm, tender, and comforting
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction