John Smith
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Man is mortal.
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Happy Food Day
I almost skipped eating that day. Not because I forgot. Because I didn’t feel like I deserved it. It sounds dramatic now, but in the moment it felt… normal. Like food had quietly shifted from something joyful into something I had to earn. Like every bite needed a reason.
By John Smith6 days ago in Feast
The Words That Almost Broke Me
My heart was hammering so hard I thought the whole class could hear it. I had just finished reading my short story out loud, my voice cracking on the last sentence. For a second, the room was completely quiet. Then Mrs. Thompson, my tenth-grade English teacher, leaned back in her chair and said the words that would follow me for years.
By John Smith6 days ago in Humans
Congratulations!
That’s what the email said. One word. An exclamation mark. And suddenly, my chest felt tight instead of light. I had been waiting for that message for months. Refreshing my inbox like it owed me something. Imagining the moment it would finally arrive—the rush, the relief, the feeling that everything I’d been working toward had finally paid off.
By John Smith6 days ago in Geeks
The Invisible Nuclear Bomb
The morning news felt different that day. My coffee was lukewarm, my toast burned, and every headline seemed to hum with tension: “Strait of Hormuz Tensions Rise” and “Global Oil Markets on Edge.” I couldn’t stop thinking about it. This wasn’t just politics—it was my grocery bill, my rent, the cost of driving to work. I realized I had been blissfully unaware of how a tiny stretch of water halfway across the world could grip my daily life like a vice.
By John Smith12 days ago in Geeks
War on Terror
I still remember the first time the world felt like it was burning around me. I was twelve, sitting in my parents’ living room, watching planes hit towers on TV. Smoke filled the screen, but the fear seeped into our home. My dad sat frozen, my mom gripped her tea so tightly I thought it might shatter. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining what it would be like if it happened somewhere near me. Somewhere I could see it, feel it.
By John Smith14 days ago in The Swamp
