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Nobody Knew I Had Been a Professor — Until New York Rebuilt Me. AI-Generated.
The first time I walked into the garment factory, I kept my hands in my pockets. I wasn’t cold. I was hiding them. They were not the hands of a factory worker. They were the hands of someone who had spent decades holding chalk, turning pages, and writing lecture notes late into the night.
By Jenny 6 days ago in Fiction
The Year I Ate Lunch Alone. AI-Generated.
For an entire year, I ate lunch alone. Not because I wanted to. Because I had no choice. 1. The Microwave in the Corner
By Jenny 6 days ago in Fiction
The Day My Boss Scolded Me in Public, I Remained Silent. AI-Generated.
That morning, the factory smelled stronger than usual. It was the smell of damp fabric, machine oil, and yesterday’s sweat—layers of human effort trapped in cotton and polyester. The fluorescent lights flickered weakly overhead, making everyone’s faces look older than they were. Outside, the sky was still gray, the kind of gray that never quite becomes day.
By Jenny 6 days ago in Fiction
Nobody Knows What Fat People Go Through Every Day. AI-Generated.
Nobody tells you the truth about being fat. Not really. They tell you to eat less. They tell you to exercise more. They tell you it’s about discipline.
By Peter6 days ago in Fiction
Working 12 Hours a Day in New York Made Me Fat — Until It Changed Me. AI-Generated.
I didn’t gain weight all at once. It happened quietly. Slowly. Almost politely. Five pounds the first year. Ten pounds the next.
By Peter6 days ago in Fiction
Nobody Knows What It Feels Like to Be Fat in New York — Until You Live It. AI-Generated.
New York is a city that sees everything. It sees ambition. It sees beauty. It sees money, speed, confidence. But it does not see you when you are fat.
By Peter6 days ago in Fiction
Working 12-Hour Shifts in New York, I Thought I Was Lazy — Until I Learned the Truth . AI-Generated.
When I first came to New York City, I believed one thing: If you worked hard enough, your life would improve. That belief was simple.
By Jenny 7 days ago in Fiction
The Shifting Current
There’s a particular kind of ghost that haunts us, not of the dead, but of the almost-was. The following story tries to sit with that feeling, not of loss, but of the nebulous space just before it’s clear what’s even being lost. It’s about the edge of a choice, a turning point that might never fully turn, and the quiet, almost imperceptible vibrations of a connection that simply… wasn't ready.
By The Night Writer 🌙 7 days ago in Fiction
China breaks a record-breaking nuclear fusion barrier
Chinese scientists have shown that fusion fuel can stay stable at levels that have long been believed to cause magnetic reactor failure.
By Francis Dami9 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 32
Keenwai and Kunya had consoled Larkin and Villi to the best of their ability. They knew that that the time had come for them to leave though. Grinyella and Podder agreed that the best course of action was for them to return home to the burrowlands. They were concerned that there could be another raid from the vengeful sea-wolfs who had already attacked them once before. With the merfarie king and queen gone now, they especially did not feel any obligation to remain at the merfarie gardens. Before they left to return home, the merfaries sang several songs. The splendor of the vines and plants that sprang forth from the singing was mesmerizing to the meerbirds. There was a melancholy tilt to some of the singing because they were mourning the destruction of the throne room and the abduction of the merfarie king and queen. The meerbirds were most grateful to eat the luscious vines and colorful flowers that were produced by the singing of the merfaries in the courtyard. The song started with one merfarie warrior who was clearly grieving the loss of the merfarie king and queen. These were some of the words that he sang before the rest of the merfaries joined his solemn solo.
By Rowan Finley 9 days ago in Fiction
No One Knows What a Fat Person Goes Through Every Day. AI-Generated.
Every morning, before I leave my apartment, I look in the mirror. Not because I want to. Because I have to prepare myself.
By Peter9 days ago in Fiction
I Thought I Was Lazy — Until I Was Told the Truth. AI-Generated.
The Day Someone Finally Saw Me The first real change didn’t happen in the restaurant. It happened outside of it. It was early morning. Around 7:15 a.m.
By Jenny 9 days ago in Fiction