Historical
The Boston-Davos Five
The Boston-Davos Five (that's what the five of us call our little mini, unfunded, unofficial think tank) started meeting once a year after Davos. You know, the international conference on the environment. We were there three years ago, all of us grad students then, and we promised we would work together to make a difference. We aren't idealists, at least not completely. Pete's the most pragmatic, and also the quietest, V-necked sweater, glasses as thick as Coke bottles. He's a biology postdoc at MI-fricking-T.
By Paul A. Merkley20 days ago in Fiction
The amazing small business
I think with everything that is going on in our world at the moment, so many businesses deserve the right to their few hours of fame. However, let’s spare a thought for the corner shops just like in the war they were there helping families try to get as near a normal life as possible.
By George’s Girl 2026 21 days ago in Fiction
The Solitude of The Chupacabra. Top Story - March 2026.
Many say that the Chupacabra is a rather recent and modern tale, a mangy coyote or rabied dog. Some point out that it’s just twisted evolution. But very few know the true backstory of the shapeshifter that led to the bloodsucking legend. And perhaps once you will come to know and understand more, you might “forget” a few cattle out to wander.
By Oneg In The Arctic23 days ago in Fiction
When we shook the apple tree
The gates of Eden have long been locked away from human eyes. Centuries have passed without incident. One day, without warning, a mighty storm gathered over the garden itself. A terrible wind blew the vines and limbs loose, exposing the gates to prying eyes. Myron and Mirah, out for a stroll and trying to seek shelter from the deluge, discovered the gate and pried it open. Time had rendered it loose and it easily fell open.
By Novel Allen23 days ago in Fiction
The Safety Bell
Pity hung from the funeralgoers' faces. They were something out of a nightmarish painting; not sure what to do with their mouths, some pinching them closed, others looked like they were caught mid scream. Most of the women had watering eyes that they tried to avert from meeting Albert’s. For some reason, it made him feel ashamed.
By Nikki Torino Wagner23 days ago in Fiction
L' Avis d'Gwendydd
Gwendydd walked among her orchard, a crown of apple blossoms in her hair. The trees stretched their branches to the spring sun and danced in the breeze. She breathed in their heady perfume as she wandered the dark, tilled earth. The promised harvest loomed pleasantly in her thoughts, and the cares of the world were far beyond her concern.
By M. A. Mehan 24 days ago in Fiction
The Midnight Alley: The Boy Who Called His Killer “Dad”
Lightning cracked overhead as Detective Lena Carter’s boots splashed through the rain-slicked alley. The call had come just moments ago—a child was hurt, and the storm didn’t care. Narrow walls of brick reflected the flickering light from a struggling streetlamp, puddles trembling under each flash. On the wet ground lay a boy, twelve years old, eyes wide in final surprise, blood glimmering in crimson streams across the cracks beneath him. Clutched in his small, trembling fingers was a soaked scrap of paper. Carter leaned close, throat tight: the letters D_A_ smeared by rain.
By imtiazalam24 days ago in Fiction
