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The Fifth Element -2 Potential. Honorable Mention in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
MEMO STAMP: For Sony Pictures internal circulation only DATE: February 5, 2026 TO: Maurizio Vitale, EVP, Worldwide Marketing & Brand Strategy
By Lana V Lynx20 days ago in Fiction
Craftation in the Garden of Literary Delights
In the garden of earthly delights where beauty meets debauchery. That’s where we sit and discuss it all. Craft without catharsis. Our protagonist thought long and hard about the prospect. I imagine them — or us, if you envision yourself as one of them — waiting like those in that play of waiting and existentialism. We’re always waiting, and even when waiting doesn’t explicitly carry emotion, it’s there. How do you remove the release necessary to create something others will connect with?
By Paul Stewart20 days ago in Fiction
Where the Ocean Keeps Secrets
The brochure showed smiling couples, crystal-blue water, and dolphins jumping beside the boat. Nothing about fear. Nothing about disappearances. Nothing about how silence feels when the ocean decides to keep someone.
By Salman Writes20 days ago in Fiction
THE LIGHT OF DAY
Early in the morning, looking out my window, waiting for the sunrise, the world still holding it's breath. The sky shifts from deep blue to soft blush, and in that quiet in-between, my thoughts find you.
By Vera Myles20 days ago in Fiction
Boons and Curses
Before him lay his doom. Exasperated, Imperator Valatious collapsed into his chair. Beyond the hide walls of his tent, the evening air hung disquietingly still. He ran his weathered hands through a grease-stained mane of brown hair, uncut since the campaign began.
By Matthew J. Fromm20 days ago in Fiction
In Dark Trees
Introduction This is inspired by the image shared on Facebook by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is "In Dark Trees" by Brian Eno.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 20 days ago in Fiction
we die forgotten. Top Story - February 2026.
The Chorus - Cunning, not the feat of arms, brought fair Ilium low, Unmasked Achilles gambit leading him to Troy, And drove the knife into Iphigenia's breast To ply cruel Artimus for fair following winds. But the fates cut many lives short on Ilium's shores Hopes of glory dashed for thousands who fought and died Their shadows haunting Hades’ dark, lifeless halls: Noble Hector no match for enraged Achilles, Nor the son of Peleus, Paris' swift arrows, Ajax won neither Achille's golden armor Nor the mighty accolade ‘Greatest of the Greeks.’ He who fought with ruthless cunning over honor, Crafty Odysseus, gained both, and the better man, Forceful Ajax, fell upon his sword in sorrow, His soul traveling the lonely roads to Hades’ keep. But the gods' wroth ended not at the sack of Troy, Agamemnon ruing his daughter's sacrifice When his wife and her lover knifed him in his bath. And he who deceived Troy with the horse filled with Greeks Would spend ten long years failing to bring his men home....
By John Cox21 days ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Secret
The lighthouse stood at the edge of the cliff, its white paint weathered and worn, yet its beam cut across the ocean with unwavering precision. Generations of sailors had relied on it to find safe harbor, and villagers whispered stories of the keeper who tended its light—rumors, half-truths, and legends that danced like mist over the waves.
By Sudais Zakwan21 days ago in Fiction
Adam and First Woman . Top Story - February 2026.
At the time, there were no other people to witness that the Eve we know of now was not the first woman ever created. And that's what the myth gets wrong, but God and Adam knew.
By Lana V Lynx21 days ago in Fiction
When the Lantern Came Back On
When the Lanterns Came Back On The train station in Hangzhou smelled like metal, steamed buns, and winter coats that had not seen the sun in weeks. Li Wen stood near Platform Six, her phone cold in her hand, watching families spill out of the arrivals gate. Red suitcases. Red scarves. Red envelopes already peeking from pockets. It was two days before Chinese New Year, and everyone seemed to be going somewhere they belonged.
By Zidane22 days ago in Fiction
Half-and-Half Story
Why would an innocent child ever belong among terrifying pirates? Mazhar Sahib was a writer who specialized in stories for children. One evening, he sat at his desk, lost in thought. He had to write a story for a special issue, but despite trying for a long time, no strong idea came to mind. Whenever this happened, he usually began by imagining something visually, because he was also very good at drawing.
By Sudais Zakwan22 days ago in Fiction
Waiting
Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden, trapped in a tower almost as lonely as her mind. She spent her days longing for companionship and her nights wishing upon the passing falling stars for anybody to come find her. The maiden did not know how she got to the tower, was not sure how long she had been there, and hadn’t the slightest clue how to leave. Days stacked high upon days as she waited and waited for a rescuer.
By Raine Neal22 days ago in Fiction