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Happy Birthday To Me 5th March Top Story
Here’s to tomorrow. My birthday. March 5th. Another year older, another year alive, another year of stories, laughter, chaos, and love. I love my family, the ones who make the noise bearable, the hugs unforgettable, the memories sticky like honey on your fingers.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
One Table With The Wifem One Bar With Lads
One Table With The Wifem One Bar With Lads They sat across from each other in the low gold light of a Thursday evening. Two men who had known each other since their voices were breaking and their chins were bare. The pub was loud but not wild yet. The kind of noise that carries laughter and old stories without asking for trouble. Tom lifted his pint and said, answer me straight. If you had one free night, no work tomorrow, no excuses, would you book a quiet dinner with your lady, candlelight, clean shirt, proper conversation, or would you come here, shoulder to shoulder with the lads, and drink until the stories turn reckless. No middle ground.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
My true Story OsteoArthritis
The arthritis poem is true. On the 5th of March 2018, I went for a walk with my husband, to the Nine Arches in Newton-le-Willows, where I was born. On the way to the car to go home, my left leg hurt so much; we had done quite a long walk. Two days later, I couldn’t move; the pain was horrible. The doctor gave me anti-inflammatory tablets and sent me a month later for an X-ray. It was osteoarthritis; the X-ray and blood tests proved it. The tablets they gave me made me ill and made my leg swell, so top and bottom. Six years later, I can only take cocodamol or paracetamol. Oh yes, they tried tramadol; it made me pass out… nerve tablets that knocked me ill and sleepy. The doctor said there was nothing left to offer. The arthritis is now in both feet, both knees, and my arms and fingers. The cocodamol is really wicked; they make me dizzy and my legs and feet swell, but there’s nothing left the doctor said to try. So I fight it day by day to walk, as I have insomnia, osteoarthritis, and after Covid for the last four years. It gets me down; I constantly cry and moan about the pain… some of my family look at me like, “Oh my God, it’s only arthritis.” All I can say to this is try to walk a few steps in my shoes. If this is getting old, God help me and all of you out there who suffer from this too.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
The Gardens of Eternity
I closed my eyes and let my heart drift into a place I had never seen but always longed for. The weight of this world — the pain, the loss, the endless nights of sorrow — seemed to vanish with every breath. Somewhere beyond the clouds, beyond time itself, lay a place the Quran calls Jannah, the ultimate abode of peace, beauty, and eternal joy. And in that fleeting moment, I could almost feel it.
By imtiazalama day ago in Fiction
The Room Still Smells Like You: Letting Go After Heartbreak
It had been three months since he left, three months since the door clicked shut behind him for the last time. And yet, the apartment still smelled like him—cologne, faintly floral, a trace of coffee and early morning sunlight. She breathed it in, each inhalation a knife pressed gently against her chest.
By Ihsanullaha day ago in Fiction
It often changes around us
The dark sky was slowly making its appearance on this cool, spring night and several people were walking past the shops on Arms Street. It wasn't always called Arms Street, in fact he remembered it used to be Garden Avenue not that long ago. Then again, it was hard for him to keep up with all of these changes. He felt a vibration from his device and observed a notification prominently displaying an urgent message.
By Jeff Paitchella day ago in Fiction
Víðarr Óðinnson
Maybe I shouldn’t have come; most here don’t even know my name. To many, I am invisible, but to the one who has summoned me, I appear in all my fearsome splendor. Alas, woe to anyone I am summoned against, for they shall feel the sharpness of my blade before they see me.
By Mother Combsa day ago in Fiction
