Adventure

City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicl
On March 1, the first confirmed case of COVID-19 in New York City was announced. The patient was a middle-aged lawyer working in a Midtown Manhattan law firm. His condition was already severe when he was diagnosed, and he was immediately hospitalized and placed in isolation.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
The Corner Table
Every morning, the cafe illed with the same quiet rhythm. The door chimed, the espresso machine hissed, and the regulars appeared in a steady procession.
By Zakir Ullah3 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 34
Kunya's muscles were starting to ache from flying, "Don't you find it odd that we're heading back to the caverns of Mem where the battle occurred just days ago?"
By Rowan Finley 3 days ago in Fiction
The Trappist Adventure: Chapter 4
Darkness surrounded him as he lay on the cold floor and let the sensation ease the pain of his wounds. Johnny didn’t know how long it had been since their capture. He only knew that it felt like an eternity in hell. Even worse, Johnny had no idea what they did with the doctor.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 days ago in Fiction
An In-Depth Story Inspired by Gone Girl
An In-Depth Story Inspired by Gone Girl On the morning of their fifth wedding anniversary, Nick Dunne woke to the uneasy stillness of a house that felt like it was holding its breath.
By Ibrahim Shah 4 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Survived 76 Days Lost at Sea: A True Story of Survival. AI-Generated.
The Man Who Survived 76 Days Lost at Sea: A True Story of Survival The ocean can be beautiful, peaceful, and endless. But when you are lost in it—completely alone—it becomes something else entirely.
By Baseer Shaheen 4 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam4 days ago in Fiction
The Shape of the Law From the Man of the Mountain
The man from the mountain did not come down shining but that was how people told it later, after years had worn the terror smooth and made a lantern of him in memory. When I first saw him descending through the dusk, he looked like someone who had been pulled through the inside of a storm and returned only in part. Dust clung to the hollows of his face. His robe was split at the shoulder. His mouth moved once before sound came out as if speech had been thinned by the height and had not yet thickened again in the air below; still the people surged toward him. They always did when fear and hope wore the same face.
By Cadma4 days ago in Fiction
#mothman
As I sat with the phone in my hand, my heart in my throat and trying hard not to let it show in my voice, the deep growling tone that no human throat could make rang through the line, leaving me cold and goose-bumpy.
By Alicia Anspaugh4 days ago in Fiction
Man Buys a $20 Couch at a Thrift Store — Then Finds $100,000 Hidden Inside
Sometimes life-changing moments arrive when we least expect them. A simple decision, a random purchase, or an ordinary day can suddenly turn into a story that feels almost unbelievable. For one man, what started as a routine trip to a thrift store became a moment he would remember for the rest of his life. It all began with a couch that cost just twenty dollars. A Simple Purchase Jason Miller was a 28-year-old delivery driver who had recently moved into a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Like many young people starting out on their own, he was trying to save as much money as possible. His apartment was mostly empty except for a small table and a bed. One weekend, he decided it was finally time to buy a couch. But buying new furniture was expensive, and Jason didn’t have much to spare after paying rent and bills. So he did what many people do when money is tight—he visited a local thrift store. The store was filled with old furniture, secondhand decorations, and shelves of forgotten items waiting for someone to give them a new home. Jason slowly walked through the aisles, checking price tags and imagining what might fit in his apartment. Then he noticed it. In the corner of the store sat an old beige couch. It wasn’t perfect. The fabric looked slightly worn, and the cushions were a little soft. But the price tag caught his attention immediately. $20. Jason couldn’t believe it. For that price, it felt like a great deal. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he paid for the couch and arranged to bring it home that afternoon. At the time, he thought he had simply found a cheap piece of furniture. He had no idea the couch was hiding a secret.
By Shoaib Afridi5 days ago in Fiction
The Chosen; Chapter 6
I sit in our camp space glowering into the fire. We had been traveling for two days without any incidents. It was unsettling. Ahriman had known where we were. He had come after us and now nothing. Amara saw it as a sign that we had gotten away from him successfully, that we were now in the clear for the moment. To me, it felt more like we were in the eye of the storm.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle
The dozen surgical masks I had stored at home—leftover from some forgotten time—were gone by mid-January. Even though I had rationed them carefully, reusing each one on alternate days, they vanished faster than I expected. Without a mask, my risk of infection rose sharply. And infection, I knew, was no small matter. The virus was not a rumor or an exaggeration—it was a presence that had already begun to reshape the city. At that moment, my most urgent task was simple and absolute: I needed to buy disposable surgical masks.
By Peter5 days ago in Fiction