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Let Me Prove It
My buddy Bill had been studying in Germany for three years. But even after he finished his studies, he refused to leave. Instead, he insisted on coming with me to teach in a poor mountainous area, saying he wanted to do his part for rural education in Germany.
By John Bruceabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
The Ping-Pong Gentleman
In a men’s table tennis match, John and his opponent were going toe-to-toe, dead even. With the score tied at 4-4, his opponent crushed a wicked smash. John stretched out to save it, but the ball nicked the underside of the table instead of landing fair.
By John Brucea day ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: The Day We Marched Together
One Saturday morning, Nana set a flyer on the kitchen table. Bright letters curved across the top: Small Town Celebration-A Parade for Every Voice!
By Tabatha Naborsa day ago in Fiction
The Service Log Doesn't Lie. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
If you want to understand a highway town stretched thin over thirty miles, stop thinking of it as a town. Think of it as a long, tired receipt: itemized loneliness, subtotaled boredom, taxed hope.
By Jesse Shelleya day ago in Fiction
Tuesday Is For Tuna
Tuesday is tuna day. How do I know this? Well, this is sanctuary life where everything is the same every week and I've been here for eight years. Without fail, we've had tuna every Tuesday for each of those eight years.
By Special Little Whiskers Kitten Sanctuarya day ago in Fiction
Someone's Father or Uncle
Amy stepped of the train as the Broad Street Subway let her off at Philadelphia's City Hall stop and mixed her way into the more than 100 other people who were all moving like a flood to the steps. While most moved down the interchange concourse that lead to the “L” train, she moved towards the escalator in the other direction, along with a small handful of other people that took her out into the City Hall courtyard.
By Timothy E Jonesa day ago in Fiction
The Mundane Murders
It was a small town in Massachuttes, named Seaside, where the waves broke on the shores of this coastal town which was nestled between two larger cities. It seemed quiet for the most part, but there was darkness looming in the salty air, of this otherwise righteous town.
By Susan Paytona day ago in Fiction
Abby and Abigail
Abby and Abigail are two close friends who belong to a club, but some would call it an organization of sorts depending on where you may live. Now we may have to
By Mark Grahama day ago in Fiction
Reverse rendition.
everyone knows that the mafia is a criminal organization, and if you go into a mafia run neighborhood in New York you will notice that it is almost crime free. It is a safe neighborhood to live in. The mafia looks after its own. Which leads me to think about the country, the United States of America. It’s their country as well, and with all the craziness happening in the country with the last administration allowing open borders, letting millions of unvented, undocumented immigrants to enter illegally, and activist liberal judges refusing to hold criminals liable for their crimes, and liberal activist District Attorneys refusing to prosecute criminals, and traitorous congressmen and women/senators not supporting legislation to protect this country it is just a matter of time that they will start policing their own neighborhood from all these traitorous officials. In this case the neighborhood in question is the entire country.They live here too. If the conservatives can’t protect the people adequately, maybe they can. So when a traitorous judge who let a criminal illegal alien go free vanished from her home one day, with out a trace, I started thinking. Who could have done this, and why. No ransom note was given, no one claimed responsibility. And then a traitorous congresswoman disappeared, from Minnesota. She was a foreign born National and didn’t appear to even like America. Her only loyal constituents were foreign born nationals now living here, and on government assistance, sucking on the tit of the country’s welfare system. And she became a multi millionaire in the process. Again, no ransom note, investigation by the FBI could not discover any leads as to who was responsible. And quite frankly, they didn’t care. Nor did the Secret Service detail assigned to her. She just vanished. Good riddance, was the general consensus. Then another traitorous lawmaker disappeared with no leads as to how or by whom. Another foreign born national, another America hater. Almost no one cared. The liberal lawmakers and activists started to worry, would they be next? They started to retire, or didn’t run in the next election. Judges started following the sentencing guidelines. DA’s started prosecuting criminals. Sanctuary cities and states stopped their liberal activist policies. Some liberals kept on doing their craziness, and every once in awhile one would vanish, with no explanation or leads to investigate. The main stream fake news screamed and blamed the conservatives in a conspiracy rant, until one of them disappeared as well, and then they were silent. The left became scared, and paranoid. And became silent. Things started becoming normal and rational again, with common sense policy being passed in the legislature with no obstruction by the radical left.
By Guy lynna day ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Amusement Park
Nana believes that every great explorer needed a day filled with wind-in-the-hair courage and cotton-candy joy. So when she announced, "Pack your brave hearts-we're going to the amusement park," the house practically shook with excitement.
By Tabatha Naborsa day ago in Fiction
If I Become President
Iran, from the View of the Back Benches At the foot of the blackboard, the children’s small world suddenly grew large. The essay topic was simple: “If I Become President…”
By Ebrahim Parsaa day ago in Fiction
Dr. Seuss Wrote Children's Books But He Had No Children
If I asked you who Theodor Seuss Geisel was, you would probably shake your head in dismay. However, if I told you I was referring to Dr. Seuss, you would say, "Oh, yes, my children have books written by Dr. Seuss."
By Margaret Minnicksa day ago in Fiction