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What Came First, Chicken Or Egg
What Came First What came first, the chicken or the egg? It is an old question, worn smooth by centuries of mouths repeating it, yet it still sits in the hand like a stone you cannot throw away. I have carried it with me since childhood. It followed me through fields, through classrooms, through quiet kitchens where steam rose from cups and the clock ticked like a patient witness.
By Marie381Uk about 22 hours ago in Fiction
The Potty Stick
Elijah woke up before the sun, which was strange, because Eli was only two and usually only woke up when something loud or bright or sticky told him to. But this morning his eyes popped open all by themselves. His room was still dark-blue and soft, with Super Mario everywhere. There was a poster of Mario jumping on the wall, little Mario's racing on his blanket, and even a Mario smiling from the nightlight like a tiny glowing coin. Nothing about his room looked different... but something felt different.
By Sara Wilsonabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Kitten's Kitchen. Part 2. Chef Mimi's Fresh Greek Salad
Spring passed gently, and in the little cottage beneath the lilac bush there reigned a cheerful liveliness. One morning, the dear Grandmother awoke earlier than usual and felt a certain pleasant weariness. On the previous day she had baked pies for the neighbor children, and now her hands longed for rest.
By Ludmila Pachadgia day ago in Fiction
Kitten's Kitchen
In a charming little town, nestled among blooming gardens and surrounded by quiet meadows, there once lived a kind and worthy widow whom everyone simply called Grandmother. Her given name had long faded from people’s memory, for she had never sought fame, but only to be of service to others. Her small cottage, with its carved shutters, stood at the edge of town beside an old lilac bush that blossomed each spring so abundantly it seemed to comfort its mistress with fragrance alone.
By Ludmila Pachadgia day ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Amusement Park
Nana believes that every great explorer needed a day filled with wind-in-the-hair courage and cotton-candy joy. So when she announced, "Pack your brave hearts-we're going to the amusement park," the house practically shook with excitement.
By Tabatha Nabors2 days ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Trip to the Dentist
Nana believed that even the smallest errands could become brave adventures. So when nine-year-old Eli learned he had a dentist appointment on Thursday afternoon, she clapped her hands softly and said, "Well then, Commander Eli, looks like it's time for Operation Sparkle Smile."
By Tabatha Nabors2 days ago in Fiction
The 30 Percent Armor
My bathroom is a minefield I know by heart. Every tile under my bare feet has its own temperature, every bottle on the shelf its own weight and texture. This is my sanctuary, my little staging ground for practicing “normal” before I step out and put on the mask I’ve spent years carving. This morning is particularly rough. The fog in my left eye—the one that checked out years ago, a late-coming bill from a war injury that finally came due—has started bleeding into the right. A recent ablation did its job, but it left the world looking like a water-damaged oil painting. I see about thirty percent of reality. The other seventy? I fill that in with memory, gut instinct, and pure, raw spite.
By Feliks Karić2 days ago in Fiction
