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Mors Invicta: Remembered Only as Footnotes
Unsheathed, my blade shone like the moon on the darkest eve as the sun rose above me. Though it had yet to meet the entrails of the beasts that threatened peace and sanity, my hands were bathed in the blood of legions.
By Paul Stewartabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Questions To Be Answered
Cassandra had often wondered. What made her mother leave her? What was her mother like? Did her mother want her to have a better life? Or did she just not love her child? Was her blonde hair the same as her mother’s? Or did she get it from someone else? Would she recognize her mother if the other woman stood before her? Who gave her her name? Was it her mother or the people who’d found her?
By Reb Kreylingabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Stolen Phone That Exposed a Killer: The Brian Steven Smith Murders
In September 2019 a pivotal act of theft in Anchorage, Alaska, unraveled the horrific crimes of Brian Steven Smith, leading to the exposure of the brutal murders of two Alaska Native women and highlighting broader issues surrounding missing and murdered Indigenous people (MMIP).Valerie Casler a Native Alaskan woman facing her own hardships stole a phone from the truck of a man who had given her a ride. While examining the device she discovered something shocking: dozens of graphic photos and videos depicting a woman being severely tortured and ultimately killed. Horrified by the content, Casler chose to turn the phone over to the police rather than ignore or exploit it. Her decision proved crucial in breaking open a case that might otherwise have remained hidden.
By Kure Garbaabout 12 hours ago in Criminal
Purchasing Books for the Library
At some point in time (most likely every year), a librarian has to purchase books for the school or library. But how do you know what books to buy and where to buy them? I’ve ordered from a few different vendors and I’ve started to make my decisions on who will be my main vendors. Partially by the types of books they have and partially from the customer service I get.
By Reb Kreylingabout 12 hours ago in Education
Now
Noisy students here Waiting calmly for quiet Now I can teach them
By Reb Kreylingabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Greek Entities Story
I'm Athena. I've had to provide the wisdom for the gods and the Greek mortals. Ares isn't wise on his own. He goes in, checks ablaze, and makes a mess of the enemy while I'm left having to clean it up. Nike shows up for about a second to declare Ares's side victorious again, then I come in and console the families of the dead on both sides. Ares does his victory walk without a care in the world because his only goal was to win yet another victory. He usually feels the need to do so right after Zeus has lauded Herakles to him, after he gained yet another victory. They both relied on their strength from being divine and semi-divine.
By Alexandra Fabout 12 hours ago in Futurism
The Guardian
Shadow Beasts, Jikininki, Beast Masters, a Telepathic Dragon, and who knows what else is out there. The Citadel may consider him an adult, but this was a lot for his eighteen-year-old mind to take in. He also didn’t totally trust the Citadel Elders. There was something in Cronos’s body language that betrayed his words. What Alexander needed was to speak with someone from his own community. He needed to speak with Dr. Jason.
By Mark Gagnonabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
Mount Nebo: Improvised Travel, Biblical History, and Grief in Jordan
After an improvised crossing from Israel into Jordan, a taxi ride to Mount Nebo became a strange, comic, and quietly mournful detour. Arriving an hour early, I wandered the desert hillside with figs, whole kiwis, and water, hearing only a disembodied groundskeeper, meeting a dog, and watching a distant Bedouin goatherder. The landscape felt harsh yet alive, an oasis of silence, history, and endurance. Inside the sanctuary, cooler air, Byzantine ruins, mosaics, and biblical memory deepened the visit. Yet the journey was shadowed by grief: it unfolded during a birthday week and just before my father’s funeral, giving the beauty a muted, tragic undertone.
By Scott Douglas Jacobsenabout 12 hours ago in Wander










