Fiction
The Wall and the Worm. AI-Generated.
They call us the Emperor’s worms. We burrow into the mountains, we are crushed by falling rock, and our bodies are left to fertilize the stone. I am Liang, and I have been a worm for three years. My hands, once skilled at shaping wood into ploughs, are now torn and calloused, fit only for lifting stone.
By The 9x Fawdi4 months ago in History
Shadows of the Thought Police
The city was gray and silent, except for the occasional hum of surveillance drones hovering like ominous birds above the streets. Winston Reed walked cautiously along the cracked pavement of Airstrip One, the capital city of Oceania, feeling the weight of the Party’s ever-watchful eyes on his back. Even the wind seemed to whisper, carrying the voices of invisible monitors that measured loyalty and fear in equal measure.
By Abubakar khan 4 months ago in History
The Whispering Footprints
London’s fog hung low over Baker Street, weaving like a pale serpent between carriages and lamplight. I had scarcely finished my evening tea when Holmes, who had been studying a thin envelope for the past ten minutes, abruptly straightened in his chair.
By Abubakar khan 4 months ago in History
Let's Talk About Today’s Effects of Colonial Racism and Superiority Complex on an Ordinary Joe in SADC. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Colonial borders and centuries of imposed hierarchies did not just shape maps; they shaped lives. Over 110 years ago, the line between Namibia and Southern Angola was drawn, scattering communities, breaking lineages, and uprooting people from their ancestral heartlands. For ordinary people across the SADC region, these historical wounds are not distant memories. They echo in daily life, in lost opportunities, in social exclusion, and in the subtle but persistent superiority complexes that still linger in workplaces, schools, and social spaces.
By Mr. Abraham Pahangwashimwe - BEYOND NORTH INVESTMENT CC4 months ago in History
Ashes of the Eternal City
Rome was a city that breathed fire long before flames ever touched its walls. Its people lived with a confidence that bordered on destiny, believing nothing could shake the stones of the Eternal City. The streets bustled with merchants shouting prices, children weaving between crowds, and senators in crisp white togas drifting like ghosts toward the Forum. But underneath the marble and noise lived a truth Rome never wanted to face—greatness is fragile, and even eternal things can burn.
By Jhon smith4 months ago in History
Wait, Do Elves Exist? Iceland Thinks So (And Maybe You Should Too)
If you walked up to a random person on the street right now and asked them if they believe in elves, they'd probably give you a look that says, "Did you eat one too many cookies?" We're not talking about Legolas or the folks from Middle-earth; we're talking about the actual, mythical kind. But here’s the kicker: If you asked that very same question in Iceland, many people might actually say yes. Over the years, numerous polls have shown that a majority of Icelanders believe in elves, or the "hidden folk," to some degree. This belief isn't just a quaint fairy tale, either. A few years back, a judge literally halted the building of a road in Iceland because it was thought it might disturb elves living in the area. That's real-world impact!
By Areeba Umair4 months ago in History
The Day the Sirens Returned
The Day the Sirens Returned It happened on a day that began just like any other. People woke up. Shops opened. Children went to school. Farmers stepped into the fields. But before noon, a rumor spread like wind across WhatsApp groups, radio chatter, and roadside conversations:
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in History
When the Border Caught Fire Again
When the Border Caught Fire Again The world had not expected it—not again, not after decades of fragile peace, not after endless promises that history would never repeat itself. But history has a stubborn habit of returning, especially in places where wounds never truly healed.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in History
