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City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle
In late March, after New York Governor Andrew Cuomo issued the stay-at-home order, all workers in non-essential industries were required to remain at home. The goal was clear: protect lives, slow the rising curve of infections, and relieve the growing panic that had gripped New Yorkers.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
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
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 4 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
A Fucked-Up Wedding Toast - 2
Hi, sorry to come in on the tail of such a moving bridesmaid's speech, especially because none of you know me. I'm basically crashing your wedding as a "plus one," but I really need to say this.
By Lana V Lynx4 days ago in Fiction
The Leaving Door
Mara noticed it before she noticed the quiet. The driver set her suitcase beside the gate, nodded once toward the house, and returned to the road without looking back. Not at the porch. Not at the windows. Not at Mara standing there with one hand on the latch and the other wrapped around the strap of her bag.
By Flower InBloom4 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
The Family Riches
According to family legend, our massive wealth originated from the creative genius and business acumen of my great-great-great, Grandfather Oliver Dooley. Ever since I was a young child, my parents and grandparents talked about this ancestor as though he were a cross between a conqueror and God himself. The older I got, the less believable I found these tales of his grand exploits to be. I began questioning the family lore. When I did, my elders would give me a disgusted look, point to our time- worn family bible, and exclaim, “If you don’t believe me, look it up. The family history is all in the book.”
By Mark Gagnon5 days ago in Fiction
New Normalcy
I and my team of five were at least convinced that the HEIST was not the result of greed; rather, it was due to the banking system's stupidly overinclined and ever-increasing reliance on biometric identity verification. We thought it would work in our favor, but in a hyper-digital world, the tragedy isn't just that the body fails but that the body's degradation outpaces the rigidity of the encryption.
By Viral Rana5 days ago in Fiction
Divided By Our Skin
We climbed as far as we could go; it was impossible to reach the top. Obstacles stood out in every way; we never stood a chance together.alone, it all felt so right. Our families said it was wrong, as two people from different countries could never get along. But every step we took, side by side, made the struggle worth it. We laughed when we stumbled, sharing simple smiles that warmed my heart. Each moment together felt like a secret world, just ours, away from what others thought.
By George’s Girl 2026 6 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 Peter6 days ago in Fiction