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Living in Memory

2026-03-18T01:04:03.783Z

A short story. Feel free to make any of your own interpretations from this.

Two mice story - analysis (part 3)

2026-02-19T15:39:59.534Z

"Two mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, while the second mouse struggled so hard that he eventually churned the cream into butter and crawled out."

Two mice story - analysis (part 2)

2026-02-17T15:04:24.338Z

"Two mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, while the second mouse struggled so hard that he eventually churned the cream into butter and crawled out."

Two mice story - analysis (part 1)

2026-02-12T03:58:38.631Z

"Two mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, while the second mouse struggled so hard that he eventually churned the cream into butter and crawled out."

Finance answer disaster [FICTION]

2025-11-05T22:26:03.49Z

I was on my way to an important 3 day business conference with my best friend and colleague. We had known each other for a long time - ready to face anything together, but even for us, this was a big step forwards. We'd never gone overseas or even stayed overnight together.

Subway on a subway

2025-10-22T20:25:52.321Z

The word subway has two meanings. It could be referring to subway system, an underground rail network that gets people around seamlessly. I live in Mississauga. Mississauga has a complex bus network that can get you anywhere around the city, but what it doesn't have is a subway, which Toronto had. The second meaning is Subway with a capital S, the Subway fast food chain. My parents owned one of these in Toronto, and would work and manage that one location. I grew up and still am eating Subway a lot, every lunch and sometimes in the breakfast I would get a cookie. However, these specific details worked out to form something quite neat, something I will remember for a long time, given the dangerous situation in between.

Translator.

2025-10-15T17:16:03.132Z

Being born the child of immigrant parents, I always found myself playing life with two identities. One identity is the one I was taught at home; through the form of language lessons, constantly eating traditional food, and celebrating many holidays. The other identity was my truly Canadian one. Where I learned brainrot from my classmates, the history of our land through schooling, and the different norms of living in Canada. Knowing these identities helped me in such an unexpected way, not just for me that it makes me eternally grateful for the background in which I come from.