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The Letters In His Desk - pt. 2. Content Warning.
Ethan stands at the bathroom mirror already dressed in dark jeans and a fitted gray pullover, the collar slightly uneven where he pulled it on too quickly and never fixed it. The fluorescent light above the sink hums softly, washing the small bathroom in a pale glare that makes everything look sharper and a little more tired than it really is. He tilts his chin up and drags the razor carefully along the uneven line of hair at the base of his neck, moving slowly and deliberately as if precision alone will keep him from messing it up. A thin streak of shaving cream clings just beneath his jaw, and he leans closer to the glass, narrowing his eyes at his reflection. He presses a little too hard and feels the faint sting of it, quickly adjusting his grip with a quiet breath through his nose. The scrape of the blade against his skin sounds louder in the morning stillness, and he focuses on that instead of the thoughts trying to crowd in.
By Ria14 days ago in Fiction
Nobody Knew I Had Been a Professor — Until New York Rebuilt Me. AI-Generated.
The first time I walked into the garment factory, I kept my hands in my pockets. I wasn’t cold. I was hiding them. They were not the hands of a factory worker. They were the hands of someone who had spent decades holding chalk, turning pages, and writing lecture notes late into the night.
By Jenny 14 days ago in Fiction
The Year I Ate Lunch Alone. AI-Generated.
For an entire year, I ate lunch alone. Not because I wanted to. Because I had no choice. 1. The Microwave in the Corner
By Jenny 14 days ago in Fiction
The Day My Boss Scolded Me in Public, I Remained Silent. AI-Generated.
That morning, the factory smelled stronger than usual. It was the smell of damp fabric, machine oil, and yesterday’s sweat—layers of human effort trapped in cotton and polyester. The fluorescent lights flickered weakly overhead, making everyone’s faces look older than they were. Outside, the sky was still gray, the kind of gray that never quite becomes day.
By Jenny 14 days ago in Fiction
Nobody Knows What Fat People Go Through Every Day. AI-Generated.
Nobody tells you the truth about being fat. Not really. They tell you to eat less. They tell you to exercise more. They tell you it’s about discipline.
By Peter14 days ago in Fiction
Working 12 Hours a Day in New York Made Me Fat — Until It Changed Me. AI-Generated.
I didn’t gain weight all at once. It happened quietly. Slowly. Almost politely. Five pounds the first year. Ten pounds the next.
By Peter14 days ago in Fiction
Nobody Knows What It Feels Like to Be Fat in New York — Until You Live It. AI-Generated.
New York is a city that sees everything. It sees ambition. It sees beauty. It sees money, speed, confidence. But it does not see you when you are fat.
By Peter14 days ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Availian. Content Warning.
A wrathful blizzard scoured the surface of the Earth in nature's call for retaliation. Not a single inch was spared from nature's wrath. There was too much corruption and darkness roaming in a world meant for balance and life. The humans who dwelt there refused to take notice of the warnings as they vied for power and dominance. They sucked the planet dry of its resources to empower themselves, and then they focused on war. Turning their cruelty onto their own kind. Soaking the world in innocent blood. It was the poor who suffered the onslaught of the rich and powerful. There was no compassion or remorse for those who called themselves the world powers. They only thought of themselves and their comforts as they ravaged their own lands and then forged on to ravage the lands of others. Their greed and lust for power made them want what others had, and they forced their way into the ranks of neighbors. Bending the people to their will so that they could call themselves superior in their domination over life. Soon, rights were revoked, medical care denied, starvation took root, and the homeless outnumbered those who could afford homes.
By Valdeara Wallberg15 days ago in Fiction
Alex and Andy
Alex and Andy were sitting on Andy's front porch on summer day bored out of their minds. They were thinking of maybe going and
By Mark Graham16 days ago in Fiction
Room 407
The hotel corridor smelled like old carpet and forgotten conversations. I dragged my suitcase behind me, counting doors without thinking.
By Salman Writes16 days ago in Fiction
The Letters In His Desk - Pt. 1. Content Warning.
──── ୨୧ ──── Ethan Calloway woke like he had been dragged violently upward from deep water, lungs burning, heart pounding hard enough to make his ribs ache. For a few seconds he didn't recognize the shape of his own ceiling. The darkness in his room felt thick and close, and when he tried to take a full breath it snagged halfway down, splintering into shallow pulls that only made the panic spike higher. His sheets were twisted around his legs, damp with sweat. The red glow of his clock slowly sharpened into focus, 3:17 a.m.
By Ria17 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 33
The darkness of night commenced as a blanket. In a tumultuous panic, the fairies flew from the giant's lumbering form. Obediently, the giant followed Whisper's command to go into the cave entrance. It was bedtime for the giant, so he began to lay down on the leather conveyer belt that was near the front part of the cave entrance. The three totters jumped down from the giant's shoulder who had already fallen asleep; he was oblivious to the world.
By Rowan Finley 17 days ago in Fiction