fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
World Cup chaos as FIFA ticket blunder traps fans in wrong queue while seats vanish
Soccer fans trying to get their hands on FIFA World Cup 2026 tickets were having a perfectly normal Wednesday morning — right up until FIFA, an organization that has had decades to figure out how to sell tickets, spectacularly failed to sell tickets.
By Shirley Oyiadomabout 15 hours ago in Humans
When Population Panic Goes Viral
A chart shows up in a feed. The numbers are clean. The colors look official. Somebody adds one loaded word like “extinction,” and within minutes the comment section is full of panic, rage, and certainty. That sequence is common now.
By Dr. Mozelle Martinabout 20 hours ago in Humans
Trump mocks Macron for being slapped by his wife as he uses Iran war TV address to condemn Europe
Not a diplomatic one — a literal one. Or at least, that's how Donald Trump tells it. At an Easter lunch inside the White House, just hours before addressing the American nation on live television, the President of the United States stood before a laughing crowd and did his best Emmanuel Macron impression — complete with a mock French accent and a jab at the French First Lady.
By Shirley Oyiadoma day ago in Humans
The Blue Bench
The park was always quiet on Tuesday mornings. The birds sang in the tall oak trees, and the grass was still wet with the morning dew. In the center of the park, near the small duck pond, stood an old wooden bench. It had been painted a bright, ocean blue many years ago, but the paint was now peeling and faded. Every Tuesday, an elderly man named George would arrive at exactly ten o’clock. George was a man of great character, with a face that looked like a map of a thousand long journeys. He lived in a golden cage of silence since his wife had passed away, but his heart was still a garden of peace.
By Hazrat Umera day ago in Humans
AI as a Reflective Surface
Much of the confusion surrounding artificial intelligence comes from treating it as an agent rather than a surface. When people speak about AI “doing the thinking,” “creating the ideas,” or “speaking for someone,” they are often projecting agency onto a system that does not possess intention, belief, or understanding. This projection obscures what is actually happening in many real-world uses. In those cases, AI is not acting as a source of meaning, but as a surface that reflects, redirects, and reshapes what is already present.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcasta day ago in Humans
Why Saying Less Makes Words Feel More Valuable
There is a widely held belief that words gain value through scarcity. When someone speaks rarely, their statements are treated as weightier, more deliberate, and more worth attending to. When someone speaks often, their words are assumed to be interchangeable, disposable, or less carefully considered. This intuition is not entirely wrong, but it is frequently misapplied. Scarcity does affect perception, but perception is not the same as truth, and rarity is not the same as meaning.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcasta day ago in Humans
Amazon Journal
Journal: Day 2026 The Amazon I have been trapped in the Amazon for 2026 days. I see no way out. The lush, dense canopy hides a world from sun and sky. I wander for hours without end, looking for something familiar, but I find nothing. I mark every place I pass, and I am no closer to understanding the mad, tangled mess of vines and roots. I don’t see where one root system begins, or where any end. Will daylight penetrate this Amazonian copse of verdancy and light the darkness?
By Alexandra Grant2 days ago in Humans
The Stranger Who Knew My Name 😱
THE MORNING EVERYTHING CHANGED ☕ I have replayed this moment in my mind over a thousand times and I still cannot explain what happened on that Tuesday morning in October when a woman I had never seen before in my life walked up to my table at a crowded downtown Starbucks, looked me directly in the eyes with an expression of absolute certainty, and said "You're David, and you need to call your mother right now, she's been trying to reach you all morning but your phone is off" and every single detail of this statement was accurate because my name is David and my phone had died during the night and my mother as I would discover twenty minutes later had been calling repeatedly since six AM because my father had been rushed to the hospital with chest pains and she needed me there, and this stranger who I had never met knew all of this and delivered the information with the calm authority of someone relaying a message they had been asked to pass along rather than someone making a wild guess about a stranger's personal circumstances 🤯
By The Curious Writer2 days ago in Humans
Iran mobilizes children for checkpoints as 11-year-old dies in airstrike
As tensions escalate in the Middle East, Iran is facing not only external military pressure but also growing internal strain. Amid an ongoing conflict with United States and Israel, Iranian authorities are reportedly tightening domestic control in an effort to prevent anti-government unrest before it can take hold.
By Shirley Oyiadom3 days ago in Humans
The Empty Coat
The winter in New York was harsher than anyone could remember. The wind cut through the streets like a cold knife, and the city was hidden under a thick, white blanket of snow. In a small, dimly lit room on the edge of the city, an old man named Silas was preparing for his daily walk. Silas was a man of great character, with eyes that held the wisdom of a thousand storms. He lived in a golden cage of silence, and most people in his building only knew him as the man who never spoke. But Silas had a garden of peace inside his heart that was warmer than any fire.
By Hazrat Umer4 days ago in Humans
The Starfish
The ocean was angry that morning. The waves were crashing against the shore with a loud roar, leaving behind thousands of small, orange starfish on the burning sand. The sun was rising fast, and the heat was starting to turn the beach into a graveyard. In the middle of this vast, dry land stood an old man named Gabriel. He was a man of great character, with a face that looked like a map of many years of struggle. He spent his life in a golden cage of hard work, but he never lost his garden of peace.
By Hazrat Umer5 days ago in Humans
