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The Goblin
Mr. Moore finished roll call and signaled to the bus driver to go. The bus started to move. Doug Barnes slipped on his head phones and turned on his Walkman. The year was 1998. He shut his eyes and got lost in the rock music playing in his ear phones. The bus hit a pothole and jostled everyone temporarily. Doug grumbled under his breath. If there was one thing Doug could not stand it was a long bus ride. This particular bus ride was going to last two hours.
By DJ Robbins4 days ago in Fiction
The Two Black Dogs and the Brother Who Betrayed Death
The Merchant, His Brothers… and the Curse of the Black Dogs By(Haris Barki) “Great Prince of the Genii,” I began, bowing respectfully, “you must first understand who we are before you judge what has happened.”
By Mariana Farias5 days ago in Fiction
GRANDMA NELSON. Top Story - March 2026.
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton7 days ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Fiction
Gluttony
It came from the stars... Or so we believe. In truth we didn’t see it coming, merely felt its arrival. It had slipped unknown, beneath the notice of everyone. It was as if it had appeared between the grasp of nothing and nowhere; no telescope, no satellite, no daydreaming child- no one knew, until the day of gluttony began.
By Griffen Helm8 days ago in Fiction
To My Son and His Bride- First Draft
I have thought of this day since I first held my baby boy in my arms. I knew that as much as I loved him, one day another woman would come along and steal his heart. I could not be more happy that the woman ended up being you!
By A. J. Schoenfeld9 days ago in Fiction
