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“Marry, and Become a Philosopher or a Happy Man”: Exploring Socrates’ Timeless Wisdom. AI-Generated.
Socrates, the ancient Greek philosopher who famously declared that “the unexamined life is not worth living,” had a unique way of blending humor with profound insight. One of his lesser-discussed, yet strikingly witty quotes goes:
By Ayesha Lasharia day ago in Fiction
from death into life. Top Story - February 2026.
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth2 days ago in Fiction
The church of the blueberry
The Blueberry Doctrine A Community Charter of the Boobers & the Blueberry Cult 1. Core Beliefs (Doctrine) 1.1 The Berry Principle
By Kaloriinn Mason2 days ago in Fiction
11:11
The first time Elena noticed the time, she didn't think anything of it. She was washing dishes, her hands numb from the cold water, when she glanced at the microwave and saw the numbers glowing: 11:11. A minute later, she had already forgotten about it.
By Lydia martinez2 days ago in Fiction
Love Arrived Without Asking
Ayaan never believed in sudden love. He believed in time, logic, and careful decisions. Love, to him, was something that grew slowly, like a plant that needed patience and effort. Because of this belief, he never rushed into relationships and never trusted stories about instant connections.
By Sudais Zakwan2 days ago in Fiction
## Before the Smoke
My phone buzzed at **3:07 a.m.**, and I almost ignored it. Phones do not usually buzz during my rounds. Not like that. Not with that sharp little insistence that makes your stomach tighten before your brain knows why.
By Omid khan2 days ago in Fiction
Small Repairs
**We fix the things people don’t know how to name.** On my second day, a man set a shoebox on the counter like it might go off. On the lid he had written The Dream About Running Away And Finally Making It Out West. He slid over a heavier box too, The Weight Of Having Stayed. He walked out empty-handed and lighter by an inch. The bell hummed.
By Omid khan2 days ago in Fiction
How you destroyed me. Content Warning.
I was the last one supposed to leave the shop. I just had to sweep the floor and make sure everything was in order. I was about to lock up, but just minutes before, a customer walked through the front door.
By Minou J. Linde2 days ago in Fiction
The Knight in Distress
All I need to do is deal with the dragon and get the princess back home. Sir Jonathan sighed. I hate it when it gets complicated.
By Jamais Jochim2 days ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 50
TUS NUA – ch 50 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Not five minutes after Mr. and Mrs. Dowd walked through the front door, Ellen and Neil Byrne drove up the path to the house.
By Margaret Brennan2 days ago in Fiction
A Gift of Snow and Ice; Chapter 5
No one knew what to do. To be fair, no one had any experience with this kind of situation: a human becoming fae and also getting winter gifts in the summer realm. No one even knew what it meant- much less why I was freezing cold to the touch yet never felt cold myself. Not that I ever felt warm either; I could barely feel heat at all. Then again warm things didn't stay warm long in my grasp.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 days ago in Fiction
The Red Lady
Black knee-high boots awoke the dust as they cut through the raucous hoards swarming Giya Market. Many already seemed to be at each other's throats, some stealing day-old fruit from the back tables, others, knives drawn, demanding goods they had been promised. Saturday was payment day for many of the colonies - the day one pays their debts, rather than gains anything of value for themselves. Meandering through the square, Cora was in no mood to be sold to today. She was in search of very specific goods, and this was her hunting ground. Greedily she scanned the stalls, finally settling on a familiar weathered face; Noah. Resourceful, whip-smart, a collector, always having just what she needed - before she knew what she was looking for herself. His eyes landed on hers, a cocktail of annoyance and begrudging affection sprawled across his face. A smirk formed on Cora's lips.
By Amelia W2 days ago in Fiction