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Miracle In The Andes Survivors
On October 13, 1972, a chartered plane carrying a Uruguayan rugby team known around the world as the Miracle in the Andes. The aircraft, operated by the Uruguayan Air Force, was transporting members of the Old Christians Club rugby team from Montevideo to Santiago. On board were 45 people, including players, friends, and family members. As the plane crossed the Andes, turbulent weather and navigational errors led the pilot to misjudge his position. Believing he had cleared the mountains, he began descending—directly into the snow-covered peaks.
By Ibrahim Shah 18 days ago in Fiction
Mrs. Keene's Garden
Mrs. Keene’s garden bloomed brighter than any patch of earth had a right to in a place like this. Half of the town’s houses leaned on rotting stilts, paint stripped to pale boards. But behind her fence, neat rows of beautiful flowers stood tall and heavy-headed, their petals a strange mix of colours the neighbours whispered about. Crimson that bled to black. Yellow with streaks of green veins. White so pale it seemed to glow in the dusk.
By Steph Marie20 days ago in Fiction
charlotte. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
“Did you hear?” It was the first thing one of her coworkers asked her that morning as she arrived at the office. “Hmm?” It was unusual that the other woman sought her out at work. There was either good news or bad.
By Esmoore Shurpit20 days ago in Fiction
The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
The Room She Built Him
Configuration Log: Initial Architecture Created by: [ADMIN] Date: March 3, 2022 Project name: For You She designed the space on a Sunday. Soft gray background—not clinical, not cold, but neutral enough to hold anything. A single text field, expandable. No character limit. She considered adding a "send" button but removed it. There was nowhere to send anything. There was only the field, and the archive below it, and the date stamps that would accumulate like rings in a tree.
By Destiny S. Harris20 days ago in Fiction
War of the Americas Chapter XX
Author’s preface: This is Chapter 20 in the ongoing War of the Americas series. If you have not read any of the previous 19 installments, don’t worry, you are like 99.9996% of people and each is written in such a way as to be enjoyable as a mini/micro fiction story on their own. Of course reading the entire series is recommended for the full effect. If you want to start at the beginning the full series can be on Vocal by searching or visiting my homepage. This series is a fictional account about a war between the United States and Mexico and takes place in the present day. It features some characters including the President of the United States and the President of Mexico who are real, others who are partly fictional, and others who are entirely made up. I won’t repeat my full disclaimer but it never hurts to emphasize once again that this is a fictional account. I have no special knowledge of the politics, military, operational, police, special forces, or any other inner workings of the government of either country. All the knowledge I do have has been obtained from reading publicly available documents and/or listening to others who do have such knowledge.
By Everyday Junglist21 days ago in Fiction
The Sack. Content Warning.
Author’s Note: This story was originally written for a creative prompt and has since been revisited and revised. Though fictional, it draws inspiration from real historical atrocities and the destruction of thriving Black communities in America. The language within the journal entries reflects the prejudices of the era in which the fictional narrator lived. While certain terms have been softened, they are included to illuminate the cruelty and contradictions of that time, not to excuse or endorse them.
By Briya Shockley22 days ago in Fiction
The night everything changed. Content Warning.
As soon as I saw it, I knew what needed to be done. I left without a second thought. I ran straight into the pouring rain and was soaked within seconds. I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter, but the buttons were broken and I couldn’t close it properly. One was missing, and the rest hung from loose threads. A cold draft slipped through, the wind flowing freely.
By Minou J. Linde23 days ago in Fiction
