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The Moment I Stopped Feeling Powerless. AI-Generated.
The morning I stopped feeling powerless began like every other morning in those years — with the sound of my alarm clock buzzing beside a bed that felt heavier than it should.
By Peter3 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 10.
Manhattan, the commercial heart of New York City, had always pulsed with motion. Now it felt like a drained reservoir—cracked, hollow, emptied of life. Traffic lights changed for no one. Storefronts were shuttered. Office towers stood like abandoned fortresses.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 9.
From the first reports of the outbreak through mid-February, I followed the news obsessively. I tracked case numbers across continents, studied infection curves, and read late into the night, afraid that missing a single update would leave me unprepared.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
Seeking The Facts Behind a Myth
Each individual alone judges what they have faith in from what life has taught them. Faith arrives when there is an interplay between mind and body, that forms a strong framework laid on strong foundations. Faith that information, from something larger that can transcend to the depth of the heart and enhance a spirit with confidence in a soul that sees past blindly believing in the causes of wars fought in the name of religious idealism or a way of life that imposes restrictions based on race, caste or the gender one is born into, often stems from the dignity of science, church and community. Through the nature of alchemy, astrology and theory, the brain sorts through what is repressed, unknown or ignored then disassociates preconceived ideas to bring honor and respect to the dead.
By Katherine D. Graham4 days ago in Fiction
The First Rainbow Baby. Top Story - March 2026.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld4 days ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice is Yours
I am on the edge. My mother told me, as her mother and grandmother before her—if you stand at the shore and offer a sacrifice—the Lady of the Lake will answer.
By Bride of Sound4 days ago in Fiction
Over the Rainbow
When she was a little girl, Annie's grandpa would tell her a story every night before she went to bed. Then they would discuss it. Over the years, she heard many, some happy, some sad. With each story, she would be taken to a magical far away world, where anything could be possible if you just believed hard enough. And she did. With each story, Annie, being a wide-eyed child standing at a door that opens to endless possibilities, stood excitedly, just waiting to open it.
By Judith Jascha4 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 8.
In early March, New York City confirmed its first case of COVID-19: a middle-aged partner at a Midtown Manhattan law firm. Within days, family members, friends, and colleagues who had been in close contact with him also tested positive. Some had mild symptoms. Others became critically ill. The attorney himself deteriorated so quickly that he was placed on a ventilator and admitted to intensive care.
By Peter5 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle Pt 7.
During the stay-at-home order, the subway never stopped running. It roared through tunnels with tireless persistence, as if driven by a quiet sense of duty—to keep the city alive while an invisible enemy stalked its people. In its motion, there was something almost sacrificial. The trains carried not only passengers, but also the fragile belief that New York would endure.
By Peter5 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle
When Governor Andrew Cuomo ordered all non-essential businesses in New York State to shut down, Chinatown changed almost overnight.
By Peter6 days ago in Fiction
City of plague:A new Yorker’s pandemic chronicle
By late March of the Year of the Rat, time itself seemed to slow under the weight of the virus. Days stretched endlessly, as if the calendar had lost its urgency. Each morning looked almost identical to the one before it. The same gray sky over Manhattan. The same cautious silence on the streets below our apartment window.
By Peter6 days ago in Fiction
My Dad
I got my story in a magazine; it was about my dad, George Hurst. He was the best dad in the world. He loved his family and raised his children while my mum was always ill with her nerves. He cooked, cleaned, and worked down the coal mine. My dad was like me: always happy and helping others, but usually taken for granted, too.
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Fiction