The Plague of the Past
Essay by Semmelweis | There’s a new 4K print of Pulp Fiction showing in the theaters. It’s one of my favorite films and has been ever since I first saw it in the theater in 1994
read moreEssay by Semmelweis | There’s a new 4K print of Pulp Fiction showing in the theaters. It’s one of my favorite films and has been ever since I first saw it in the theater in 1994
read moreEssay by Global Guru | To secure its position as a global hegemon and outpace China in the race for AI supremacy, the United States must invest in strengthening its intellectual, industrial, and research capabilities. Success demands more than importing a handful of elite foreign engineers: it requires building a robust, homegrown pipeline of skilled professionals to drive innovation and sustain long-term competitiveness
read morePulp Fiction by Sean Shaffer | A lone traveler was following a narrow mountain path, gray mountains with heads of white looming over a solitary man approaching their feet, as if to show him the futility of his quest. Many who saw the traveler would have described him as the ideal son of Rome, fair-skinned, turned golden from the sun; dark haired, and with a patrician face, as if some carven statue had been given life
read moreFiction by Simon Rowat | “Delivery for Mr O’Brien.” “Yeah? I wasn’t expecting anything.” His eyes fall on the large cardboard box in my hands and his face contorts in confusion. I can’t stop myself from saying, rather ominously, “No — you weren’t, were you.”
read moreEssay by Georgia | There is an age-old warning to be careful what you wish for. That advice has inspired a myriad of literary works. An archetype of this theme is “The Monkey’s Paw,” written in 1902 by W.W. Jacobs
read morePulp Fiction by Galaaus | Drakon stood and wrapped an arm around Alexei as he used to, with tenderness, and laid him on the altar. The pyre had been lit and the stars exploded. The twelve surrounded the table, their knives drawn
read moreNovel excerpt by Stephen Paul Foster | I was fourteen years old and with my father, who at the time was a lay minister and social worker. He was on one of his summer missionary trips to Latin America supported by our church denomination. A sincere, devout, and humble Christian, he was without a devious or unkind bone in his gentle body
read moreEssay by Raw Egg Nationalist | For ordinary folk, the savage violence they were prepared to unleash on one another was, in a very obvious sense, simply a reflection of the broader violence and hardship of daily life, especially on the frontier. Life in the backwoods usually meant poverty, certainly in monetary terms
read moreFiction by Arbogast | Worst of all were the two empty eye sockets. The black holes did not show and could not show emotion. A smile was impossible too, as her lips were long gone
read moreEssay by Tailgunner Joe | The fusing of mental healthcare and elite power has a long history. In the Soviet Union, as a way to isolate and eventually purge regime enemies, psychologists and other mental health professionals would be tasked by the state to “cure” supposedly deranged individuals
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