Author name: Jenny Ng

This story is a work of fiction inspired by real-world themes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The narrative is intended for entertainment and inspirational purposes only and should not be interpreted as factual reporting. Part 1 – The Man Who Walked Through Fire The massive biker […]

This story is a work of fiction inspired by real-life themes of brotherhood, elder rights, and freedom. While it draws on realistic situations, characters and events are imagined for dramatic and emotional impact. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or real events is purely coincidental. Part 1 – The Storm at Golden Years

This is a work of fiction. While the story deals with sensitive topics like domestic violence and abuse, it is not a depiction of real events. We do not endorse violence or vigilantism. If you or someone you know is a victim of domestic abuse, please seek help from a professional. Resources are available. Part

Part 1 – The Invasion at 3 A.M. It was 3:07 in the morning when I first heard the boots. Heavy, deliberate. The kind of sound you don’t expect in a pediatric cancer ward, where everything is supposed to be soft and sterile. Fifteen men. Leather vests. Chains clinking. Tattoos crawling up thick arms. I

Part 1 – The Arrest at McDonald’s The cops burst through the glass doors of McDonald’s at noon, and every set of eyes in the restaurant turned toward the corner booth where the terrifying biker sat. For six months, that booth had belonged to him. Leather vest. Skull tattoos crawling up his neck. A jagged

Part 1 – When the Coins Hit the Floor “Three hundred bikers shut down a Walmart. Why? Because they made an old Vietnam veteran crawl on the floor for his spilled change.” That was the headline that would break the internet later. But before it became a movement, before the hashtags, before the news crews

They told me she was asking for me by the name I haven’t used since ’71. The coffee went cold in my hand before the ringing stopped in my ears. I thought the dead slept quiet; turns out memory kicks at the door like a drunk. I kept her letter in a seed jar all

They filmed her crying, then posted it for likes. Forty-one years in one classroom — erased with a tap. No one asked how it felt to leave everything behind. But when a knock came at her door, Mrs. Daniels realized some lessons never end. Part 1: When Grief Goes Viral Detroit, Michigan – Fall 2023

Not a single student looked up when I walked in—on my last day. No farewell. No thank you. Just silence and glowing screens. After 43 years in the same classroom, I left without applause. But what I found in my desk drawer that morning changed everything. This is the story of what no one saw—and