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The Bag - The Skewered Apple
Jason followed the girl's arm as the train was leaving and saw the poster. He got up and went to the edge of the platform. "The Skewered Apple," he murmured under his breath and he knew that it was familiar to him, but how? He turned to speak to the girl again but she had gone. He rushed over to where she had been only moments ago and looked around the platform but she had vanished. Jason was starting to worry that he was losing his mind.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionA Story of a Bookseller
It was a beautiful sunny day in December in Pakistan. I was sitting beside her in the corridor of our university. We were having our tea when her beautiful lips started moving to say something beautiful. I prepared myself for that since I always listen to her words with the same attention. Her words began to make a pattern and went as, "There are a few people out there who actually do love. People in this modern time do not have urge to spend their lifetime with anyone. You know Nasir, there are 99% people who are actually faking in love and only 1% are there who actually do love, A true and pure love and those are the people who know how to take care of the other person and how to remain loyal with anyone." I asked her, "Are you among the 99% or 1%." I had curiosity to know though I had an idea how much she loved me. But she startled me by saying, "I won't tell a lie, I am among the 99%. Why would I boast on anything that I don't have." Her words made me numb though I knew that she is still telling a lie.Then I asked her," What about me?" She said," You are among the 1% people who truly love." I was happy to know that but I was confused that who could she be among the 99% as she is in love with me heart and soul. Now.................... Its been almost a year I haven't talked to her. I haven't seen her. She has gone from my life for good. She cleared my confusion a year ago that how she could be among the 99%. Now, I have learnt where to put efforts and where not to. I have learnt to get lessons from past and to look for new experiences. (An event from the life of a bookseller)
Nasir MalikPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionStarlight Manor
When Lise returns to her room, Alois is still nowhere to be found. Numbly, she crawls back into bed and tucks her head between her knees, pulling the covers over her head.
angela hepworthPublished about 19 hours ago in Fiction141 The Persistence of Memory
His love, outside of time, beyond the illusion of forever, was immemorial as it was eternal. Long before the human genome had been discovered and deciphered in cold, impersonal laboratories, his epigenetics had been warmly at work, laying down inheritable sentiments for his progeny. He built up a latticework of devotion to her where natural selection had no relevance.
Gerard DiLeoPublished about 24 hours ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
The quantum puzzle
Title The Quantum Puzzle In the bustling megacity of NeoArcadia, where technology and invention coalesce into a futuristic phenomenon, lived a man named Atlas Grey. Atlas wasn't just an ordinary citizen; he was a amount physicist with an unequaled intellect and a deeply compassionate soul.
vinoth kumarPublished a day ago in Fiction - AI-Generated
The battle on the high seas
The Battle on the Tall Swell The sun had reasonable begun to dive underneath the horizon, casting a brilliant orange tone over the huge locale of the ocean. The sensitive swells lapped against the sides of the transport, making a lyrical tune that assured both riddle and hassle. Onboard, twelve- time-old Max looked out at the interminable waters, his heart beating with vehemence and a suggest of fear. He may scarcely admit that he — an standard boy from a small city — had set up himself in the center of the most vital involvement of his life. But as the stars begun to appear up, twinkling like gems in the sky, Max had no study that the honest to virtuousness hassle was around to begin a battle not at all like any other, with the predetermination of further than reasonable the transport at stake. Essential Content The evening was calm, about as well calm for the group of the starship * Aliyan Voyager *. Captain Zara, a altitudinous and lively colonist with eyes that showed up to see past the horizon, stood at the steerage with a see of evidence. She ’d been foreknowing bother ever since they set passage in see of the ancient treasure illustration. The swell around the Bermuda Triangle were known for further than reasonable riddle; they were said to be the space of rovers — both mortal and else. Max, running behind the captain, may feel the imperativeness in the examine move. He was n’t reasonable an bystander; he was an irreplaceably parcel of the group. Since he'd strangely set up himself on this amenability after a unusual involvement with a foamy layout in his capacity room, he'd created to feel at ménage in the company of the gutsy and different group. Each portion had a curiously commitment, and Max had snappily illustrated himself as an suitable deckhand, important to the dumbfound of everyone, checking himself. “ Max, keep a post from the crow’s nest, ” asked Captain Zara. “ We ’re cruising into parlous waters. ” Max signaled , rushing up the altitudinous shaft with the adroitness of a squirrel. From his perch, he saw everything — the easily everlasting ocean, the to start with stars of the evening, and at that point, a shadow on the horizon. It was a expedite, but not reasonable any amenability; it was the stressed * Sea Serpent *, piloted by Captain Mordecai and his band of spooky rovers. “ Captain Zara! Adversary velocity drawing near from the starboard side! ” Max cried down, his voice filled with urgency. The bunch sprang into movement. Cannons were arranged, brands unsheathed, and an talk about of tense desire filled the transport. Captain Zara woofed orders, her voice cutting through the rising wind. “ All hands on sundeck! Arrange for battle! ” The * Sea Serpent * drew closer, revealing its gather of terrible pillagers, their eyes sparkling with an spooky light. At their rudder stood Captain Mordecai, his spooky figure oozing a sense of fear. The nebulous vision boat’s cannons thundered, transferring ruddy hot shots towards the * Aliyan Voyager *. Max’s heart hustled as he watched the to start with load cover. He allowed
vinoth kumarPublished a day ago in Fiction Whispers in the Fog
Whispers in the Fog The fog rolled in thick and heavy, enveloping the small coastal town of Ravensbrook in a shroud of gray. It was a familiar scene, yet it never failed to send a chill down the spine of anyone who dared to wander its deserted streets after dusk. The town had its secrets, buried deep within its history, and the fog seemed to carry whispers of those long-forgotten tales.
Hamari Duniya PakPublished 2 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Bag - Jason and the girl
This is a follow-on from The Bag, The Bag - Jason's Dilemma, and The Bag - The Girl. You may want to read those in order to have context for this.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 days ago in Fiction Starlight Manor
Once Mayuri departs from the guest room and Lise enters, Alois all but disappears out of her sight. His only words to Lise before he goes, before she can ask him any of the thousands of questions bouncing around in her jumbled brain, are to stay put and not follow him. A command—as always.
angela hepworthPublished 2 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Eidolon
The rain pattered on the sidewalk in a steady drizzle, pooling below the curb. The veiled mist of night obscured the way ahead, only being pierced by the high beams of the occasional passing car.
140 Minutes of the Secret Society of Secrets Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — Part 2
Now, the Minutes from last meeting of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society, SSSASRS or, "Scissors."
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in Fiction139 Minutes of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — Part 1
Thank you, everyone, for attending this week's meeting of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — the SSSASRS, or as it's quaintly pronounced, "Scissors."
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in Fiction