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The Caliche Curator
The myth says I hide in the dark, but there is no dark in the high desert—only the long, cruel reach of a sun that wants to bleach the world white.
By Leslie L. Stevens Writer | Marfa, Texasabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Review – Small Stakes, Strong Impact
As one of the most celebrated fantasy universes ever created, A Song of Ice and Fire continues to command a loyal global audience. After diving deep into Targaryen history with House of the Dragon, the franchise now pivots to something more intimate. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms trades dragons and dynastic wars for a grounded, character-driven journey—and the result is surprisingly refreshing.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 15 hours 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 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
The Nana Adventures: A Trip to the Dentist
Nana believed that even the smallest errands could become brave adventures. So when nine-year-old Eli learned he had a dentist appointment on Thursday afternoon, she clapped her hands softly and said, "Well then, Commander Eli, looks like it's time for Operation Sparkle Smile."
By Tabatha Nabors2 days ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Zoo
Nana had a way of turning ordinary Saturdays into legendary expeditions. So when she stood in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her hips and declared, "Explorers, tomorrow we journey into the wild, "the five grandchildren knew something wonderful was coming.
By Tabatha Nabors2 days ago in Fiction
The Lindworm’s Mistress
Thora marched into her mother’s cottage, carrying a basket of freshly picked forest plants. “I overheard some huntsmen; everyone is talking about the Lindworm Prince seeking a bride.”
By Natasja Rose2 days ago in Fiction
The She-Wolf
Leonard Bilsiter was one of those people who found the real world dull and uninteresting. Instead of engaging with ordinary life, he preferred to speak mysteriously about unseen forces and secret powers. Like a child inventing imaginary worlds, Leonard created his own version of hidden knowledge—but unlike children, he wanted others to admire and believe him.
By Malak Faisal2 days ago in Fiction
The Hindu Kush: History, Myth, and the Story of “Two Hundred Thousand”
Across social media and messaging platforms, a dramatic historical claim frequently appears regarding the origin of the name “Hindu Kush.” The story states that during the reign of Sultan Muhammad bin Tughlaq, nearly 200,000 Punjabis—men, women, and children—were captured and marched across the mountains toward Afghanistan. According to the claim, they froze to death in extreme winter conditions, and the mountain range was therefore named “Hindu Kush,” allegedly meaning “Killer of Hindus.”
By khan2 days ago in Fiction
Observed
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Fiction
Who(m)ever said, 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away' is such a fibber. 🍎🍎🍎
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way discouraging the consumption of apples to assist in the health of any individual personage. This is very true and fictional story.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Fiction
The Spot
No one blinked. As they gathered by the image processor, taking time to adjust all of their eye sockets and each dial and module on the machine, they simply stared and stared at what they were looking at. No one thought to make a mental note of this; no one thought that their psychic connection could handle this. But there it was and they had to process it.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Fiction