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Ten Thousand Uniforms

Since the siege began, Aron had kept his shop’s shutters only half open. Cloth was scarce, and customers even scarcer. That morning, two soldiers appeared at his door. One placed a sealed order on the counter. “Orders from the palace. Every tailor in the city is to make ten thousand uniforms within three days.” Aron scanned the list. “Ten thousand? We don’t have that many soldiers.” The soldier said nothing. Aron pulled the paper closer when he noticed the crest in the drawing. “This isn’t our uniform.” The soldier turned toward the door. “Those are the orders.”

by: Forza1 chapter

Date: July 18, 2026

The Orchard Under Ice

Nora had spent three months at the polar research station. From its windows, it was sometimes hard to tell where the ground ended and the horizon began. Inside, the drill’s hum never left the walls. That morning, the team thought they had reached a new layer of rock beneath the ice. When the drill suddenly stopped, Nora leaned over the borehole. “Stuck again?” Elias asked. Nora didn’t answer. She carefully pulled a thin branch from the ice. A small red fruit hung from it. Elias stepped closer. “It isn’t frozen.” Nora touched the fruit. “No,” she said. “It looks freshly picked.”

by: Forza1 chapter

Date: July 18, 2026

The King’s Left Shoe

Theo was the palace cobbler’s young apprentice. His master repaired shoes for the nobles and, when needed, the king. But the king’s shoes barely showed any wear. Even the soles were never muddy. Everyone knew he never left the palace. One day, while checking a pair brought in for routine care, Theo found dried mud on the left shoe. He grabbed it and ran to his master. “Master! The king went outside. There’s mud on his shoe!” His master didn’t even look up. “It must have come from somewhere else, Theo. You know the king never leaves the palace.”

by: Wood Cutter1 chapter

Date: July 15, 2026

One Square Meter

Leo and Max were two mischievous friends about the same age. They usually got along great. But when the tide went out and exposed a tiny patch of land, they couldn’t agree on who it belonged to. “Shadow Hill is mine!” Leo said. “No, it’s mine!” Max said. “And it’s not called Shadow Hill. I just haven’t named it yet.” “You only want it because I want it! You couldn’t even be bothered to name it!” “Just because I haven’t named it doesn’t mean it can’t be mine,” Max said. “I’ve already decided what I’m going to do with it!”

by: Wood Cutter1 chapter

Date: July 15, 2026

Oxygen Debt

Mara was in the second year of her orbital assignment. She gazed through the window at the endless darkness glittering with stars. “Beautiful,” she thought. “Doesn’t make it any less scary.” She remembered it was payday. “Even in space, payday is payday.” She opened her account. “Looks a little low... Let me check the details.” She frowned at one charge. “An oxygen deduction? What is this?” She turned to Tomas. “For God’s sake, what’s an oxygen deduction? Do they expect us to photosynthesize?” Tomas just grinned. “You didn’t know? Better calm down, or you’ll breathe even more.”

by: nmn1 chapter

Date: July 15, 2026

Same Story

Emma picked up her phone, then put it down again. "Maybe I should text him," she whispered to herself. She stared at the screen for a few more seconds before quietly setting the phone back on the table. People changed. Names changed. Faces changed. But what happened between them never really changed. First came the small cracks, then the endings. Sometimes people didn't even bother telling each other it was over. Just... Silence.

by: Guts1 chapter

Date: July 08, 2026

The Undelivered Letter

Tom couldn't believe how quickly the years had passed. Thirty years... His coworkers had already started congratulating him on his retirement. He had spent his entire career as a mailman, and somehow the profession had grown old with him. People no longer waited for letters. They waited for notifications instead. Still, Tom had always loved his job. As he cleared out his desk, something caught his eye. Tucked away at the back of a drawer was an old, yellowed envelope. The postmark was nearly thirty years old. Somehow, it had never been delivered.

by: nmn1 chapter

Date: July 08, 2026

The Forgotten Inheritance

Tommy was in his early twenties. He had lost his father only a few weeks earlier and had finally gathered the courage to return to the small antique shop he had inherited. The shelves were covered in dust, just as he remembered. So were the memories. Too many arguments. Too many things left unsaid. He was still angry with his father, yet standing in the empty shop made his eyes sting. - It's all just junk. - Who would ever buy those?

by: nmn1 chapter

Date: July 08, 2026

The Drawing

Lisa arrived at work a little tired that morning. She loved teaching at the preschool, but twenty four-year-olds could be exhausting. After handing out paper and crayons, she smiled. "Today, you can draw anything you like." As the classroom grew quiet, Lisa walked between the tables. Houses, dinosaurs, rainbows... the usual drawings. Then she stopped at one child's desk. "Can you tell me about your picture?" she asked. The child shrugged. "I don't know."

by: nmn1 chapter

Date: July 08, 2026

The Pocket Watch

As he did every morning, the old watchmaker unlocked his shop and stood by the door, watching the quiet street wake up. A few moments later, a young boy walked in carrying an old pocket watch. Holding it out with both hands, he asked, "Excuse me, sir... could you repair this?" The watchmaker smiled and carefully took it from him. He turned it over a few times before opening the back cover. Inside, written in letters so tiny they were almost impossible to read, was a single sentence. Don't repair this.

by: nmn1 chapter

Date: July 08, 2026