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LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Megan leaned forward, her tone becoming conspiratorial, and whispered, “We should definitely give her a heads‑up about the reunion; she’d love to see us all again, and I know she’s been missing the old crew.” The two women agreed to draft a concise, friendly email that would both respect Emily’s busy schedule and convey the excitement they felt for the event, proving that even the most meticulous planning could accommodate the unpredictable nature of adult responsibilities.
By Forest Greenabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
It has been about a year since Covid shut down places around the globe and the lockdown had changed the lives of many all over the world. But once the regulations had been lifted, many things changed. The same goes for the Lincoln High School class of 2020 and the upcoming class of 2021. The school had to shut down and the students had to resort to remote learning and because they couldn’t have prom or a in school graduation, the diplomas would be sent home. The class of 2021 would have some challenges but would make something work as they manage to return to class but under new guidelines. Mrs. Martin had retired after the 2020 school year ended and Mrs. Smith had stepped in as the new principal with the class of 2021 to be the first one to graduate under her. As for the class of 2001, their upcoming 20 year reunion is on a different track, but everybody made plans on going regardless. Keeping a distance and having masks are part of the guidelines until further notice and the school gym has not changed since the 15th reunion. So Mrs. Smith would have to do some quick thinking especially after realizing that the senior prom and the reunion were accidentally scheduled on the same day.
By Forest Greenabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
The Last Days
The Last Days Part I Kinsley clutched her throat and began squeezing harder and harder. As Lacy lay on the ground dreaming of mermaids. She couldn’t help but wonder as her mind drifted to darkness. The night grew silent, as Lacy lay on the ground lifeless.
By Charelle Landers3 days ago in Fiction
OLEKSANDR UND MAVRIN (Oleksandr and Mavrin)
The Russian artillery had been pounding for three days straight. By the fourth morning the field hospital was no longer behind Ukrainian lines. It was simply in Russian lines. The white flag that someone had tied to a broken antenna flapped uselessly in the cold wind like a dying bird. Soldiers in different uniforms now walked the corridors. Some still wore the pixelated Ukrainian pattern; most wore the green and brown of the Federation. No one quite knew who was prisoner and who was guard anymore. In war, the line between the two is always thinner than men admit.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 days ago in Fiction
THE GILDER’S LEDGER
THE GILDER’S LEDGER: Chapter 1 — The Case in the Shed March 26, 2026 This morning, I felt a pull to share some of the lesser-known truths about Gold Leaf. That thought led me straight to my old Gilder’s Case, which has sat locked away in the stillness of my brick shed for over twenty years.
By Alexander Burnside5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
Another alumnus, now a software engineer, spoke about the day Mrs. Wilkes introduced a simple coding exercise in a math class, saying, “She made us see that logic isn’t confined to numbers; it’s a language we all speak.” The collective narrative painted a portrait of a woman who, through gentle discipline and unyielding optimism, shaped a generation of diverse professionals, all linked by the common thread of having once been her pupil.
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
Students—now adults with briefcases, tattoos, and children in tow—milled about, exchanging updates about careers, marriages, and the occasional misadventure involving a misplaced mortgage payment. In the center of the bustling scene, a long wooden table was laden with platters of finger foods, a towering chocolate cake bearing a handwritten “Happy Retirement, Mrs. Wilkes!” in glossy frosting, and a modest, polished podium that would soon witness a cascade of heartfelt speeches. The scent of roasted chicken mingled with the faint perfume of fresh lilies, a subtle homage to the teacher who had once insisted that “a good education smelled like curiosity, not cafeteria pizza.” The hum of conversation rose and fell like a familiar chorus, each voice stitching together the fragmented memories of a generation that had once been shepherded by a woman whose patience seemed as endless as the school’s hallway lockers.
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
