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The Survival Battle of a New York Delivery Rider. AI-Generated.
Rain pelted the streets of Manhattan like sharp hail, bouncing off the asphalt with an almost musical intensity. The sky had turned a steely gray, the kind of color that seeps into your bones, chilling you before the wind even hits. Marco tightened the straps on his insulated delivery backpack and squinted through the sheets of water. He could barely see three feet ahead.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
The Invisible Battlefield of a Janitor. AI-Generated.
The elevator chimed and hissed, opening to a hallway thick with the smell of bleach and fear. Luis wiped his gloved hands on his faded uniform and looked down the corridor of the midtown apartment building. The fluorescent lights flickered above, casting shadows that seemed almost alive against the peeling wallpaper. The lobby below, usually buzzing with tenants and visitors, was silent. For the past few months, ever since the city had been gripped by the COVID-19 pandemic, silence had replaced life in the building.
By Peterabout a month ago in Fiction
Unknown Twin
Everywhere Terry go people would asked him, “were you here just a while ago?” Terry would look confused? He knew he had no twin at birth according to his birth certificate. He could be wrong but he had no one to asked about it.
By Mariann Carrollabout a month ago in Fiction
Look it Up
At 9 a.m., the sky was clear and blue, from horizon to horizon. Then the planes came. By noon, we were quitting a job that we'd already delayed two days running.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Fiction
My Brother's Eyes Looked Like Jewels . Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
You have to be buzzed in to Grace Hospice Care. I was walking out as they were buzzing in an older black man nodded I had seen earlier in the week.
By John R. Godwinabout a month ago in Fiction
Anthony
Sun split the cloudless sky like the eye of a great giant, peering down on Lena as she made her way, slowly but surely, from the car to the front door. The cute sandstone cottage glowed in the late spring afternoon, the flowers were riotous, and the air had that soft edge that said warmer days were coming, but it felt like a picture. This day could not exist, not like this. Not here.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a month ago in Fiction
Infinite Fidelity. Top Story - March 2026.
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here today. For those that don’t know me, I’ve been best friends with the groom since middle school.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Humans Disrespect the Creator
May was a devoted mother, a community advocate, and someone who held her faith close to her heart. One crisp autumn evening, May was participating in another weekly church meeting with some of her friends and other members. Her friends were Elena, a feminist activist, Marcus, a retired teacher, and young Lila, a college student questioning the world around her.
By Jyoti DiClementeabout a month ago in Fiction
What Now?. Content Warning.
I wasn't what you'd call a golden child. Let's just say that my single mom had her hands full. One of my earliest memories happened the summer before I turned five. My mom took me to the park. I was curious how far I could fly if I jumped out of the swing. When I landed, my squall may have awakened the dead. My mom came running and yelled, "What now, Lucy?"
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Fiction
The Cultist
”Dude! My dad is pissing me of so bad lately. You’ll never believe where I just came from.” The boy picks up a flat, smooth stone and slices it through the air with a flick of his wrist.
By Sam Spinelliabout a month ago in Fiction
As Wise As an Owl
As Wise As an Owl Deep in the quiet green woods, where a clear stream moved gently over smooth stones, there lived a great white owl with wide golden eyes. She watched the forest from a tall branch, seeing far more than most creatures ever noticed. The animals of the woodland spoke often and loudly, yet the owl remained mostly silent, listening and observing the world around her.
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Fiction
The Architecture of Normal Things
The First Door The first extra room appeared on an ordinary Tuesday morning while my mother was trying to remember where she'd last left the vacuum cleaner. She was standing halfway down the hall with one hand on her hip, staring intensely at a door that had absolutely not been there the night before.
By Shannon Hilsonabout a month ago in Fiction