Fantasy
Big Friendly, BF7
This is for Belle's unofficial challenge Inside the Animal's Mind I don't know why humans think I smell. Odors from my kind are delicious, reflecting what we've eaten, the dirt in our fur, the intestines of our prey that we rub all over ourselves, and our excrement. Humans are the ones who stink. Females smell better than males, but sometimes, their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to be once every change in the moon cycle.
Andrea CorwinPublished a day ago in FictionAngel: Alley Way
Los Angeles. A city where so many lost angels come and find demons. One such angel is a young woman named Marissa Elerby. A young woman who seeks a career as an actress, but will soon find what really lies under the hood of Hollywood is far more imaginative and horrifying than any movie could ever depict.
Joe PattersonPublished a day ago in Fictionscientists discover underwater lake that kills everything it touches!
It's probably weird to think that there are rivers lakes and even water falls within our oceans but they do exist because water
Mystery girlPublished a day ago in FictionTrinidad: Rise of a Queen
Guilty. The video footage left no doubts in the minds of the jury. They clearly saw her raise the knife and stabbed the victim several times. The poor victim had fallen asleep on the couch where he had been reading a book. She entered, sat on his lap, and plunged the knife into his heart.
Warner williamsPublished 2 days ago in FictionThe Unconditional Love of a Stranger
In the bustling city of Rivertown, where the clamor of life never ceased, Emily felt utterly alone. She had moved here six months ago for a job that promised growth and excitement but had instead delivered isolation and stress. Each day, she navigated the crowded streets, surrounded by people yet feeling invisible.One particularly cold evening, as icy rain poured from the sky, Emily trudged home from work, her umbrella flipping inside out with each gust of wind. She wrapped her coat tighter, shivering as the cold seeped into her bones. The weight of loneliness and exhaustion pressed down on her, making each step heavier than the last.Lost in her thoughts, Emily didn’t notice the puddle ahead until she stepped right into it. Cold water seeped into her shoes, and she felt a wave of frustration and hopelessness. Tears welled up in her eyes, mixing with the raindrops on her face. She stumbled to a nearby bus stop, seeking shelter from the storm.As she sat on the bench, trying to collect herself, an elderly man approached and sat beside her. He was bundled in an old, worn coat, his hands wrapped in fingerless gloves. Despite the weather, he had a warm, kind smile that reached his eyes."Rough day?" he asked gently.Emily nodded, wiping her tears. "You could say that. It’s just... everything feels so overwhelming. I moved here hoping for a fresh start, but I just feel more lost than ever."The old man nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I’ve lived in this city all my life. It can be a tough place, especially when you’re feeling down. But sometimes, a little kindness can make all the difference."Emily glanced at him, curious despite her sadness. "How do you stay hopeful? How do you find kindness in a place like this?"The man’s smile deepened. "You’d be surprised where you can find kindness. Sometimes it comes from the most unexpected places. Let me tell you a story."Emily leaned in, grateful for the distraction."Many years ago," the old man began, "I was a young man, just like you, feeling lost and alone in this big city. I had just lost my job and didn’t know how I would make ends meet. One evening, I was sitting in this very spot, much like you are now, feeling hopeless.A woman passed by and noticed my distress. She didn’t know me, had no reason to help, but she did. She offered me a warm meal and a place to stay for the night. Her kindness was unconditional, expecting nothing in return. That simple act of kindness gave me the strength to keep going, to believe that things could get better."Emily felt a warmth spread through her despite the cold. "What happened then?""I found a new job, made new friends, and built a life here. But I never forgot her kindness. It inspired me to do the same for others. Whenever I see someone struggling, I try to help in any way I can. It’s my way of paying forward the love and kindness that was shown to me."As he finished his story, the rain began to let up, and the clouds parted to reveal a starry sky. Emily felt a spark of hope ignite within her. This stranger’s story reminded her that kindness still existed, even in the most unexpected places.The old man stood up, his eyes twinkling. "Remember, it only takes a moment of kindness to change someone’s life. You never know the impact you might have."Emily stood too, feeling lighter than she had in months. "Thank you. I needed to hear that. I won’t forget your kindness."He smiled and nodded, then turned and walked into the night, leaving Emily with a newfound sense of hope.The following days felt different. Inspired by the old man's story, Emily started looking for ways to bring kindness into her own life and the lives of others. She volunteered at a local shelter, smiled at strangers, and took the time to listen when someone needed to talk. Slowly, the city began to feel less daunting, and she started to find a sense of belonging.Months later, on another rainy evening, Emily found herself at the same bus stop. This time, she noticed a young woman sitting on the bench, tears streaming down her face. Without hesitation, Emily approached her, offering a warm smile and a listening ear.As she sat beside the young woman, sharing her own story of struggle and hope, Emily realized the true power of kindness. It was a chain that could be passed from one person to another, each act of love creating ripples that could change lives.In that moment, Emily understood that the unconditional love of a stranger was more than just a fleeting act; it was a profound gift that had the power to transform hearts and heal wounds. And she vowed to keep that chain of kindness alive, knowing that in doing so, she was honoring the legacy of the old man and the countless others who had chosen to spread love in a world that desperately needed it.
William OkwuosaPublished 2 days ago in FictionJumb to the sky
Jumb to the Sky: A Deep Dive into India's Fascinating Kite Festival soaring thru the colourful Indian skies, a kaleidoscope of colors dances at the wind – a spectacle called the Jumb to the Sky. This annual kite festival, originating in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, is a cultural extravaganza that transcends mere competition. it is a party of heritage, artistry, and the sheer pleasure of watching the heavens come alive with fantastical creations.
Bartender Glass of God Anime Review
**Introduction: Raising a Glass to Human Connection** Bartender Glass of God, a 2024 anime transformation of the long-running manga series of similar name, welcomes watchers into the warm, faintly lit embrace of Eden Lobby. This cut of-life series revolves around the mysterious barkeep, Ryu Sasakura, whose wonderful specialty and keen nature attract benefactors with inconveniences as different as the beverages he serves. Through personal discussions and masterfully pre-arranged mixed drinks, Ryu assists his visitors with exploring life's intricacies, offering a brief getaway as well as a bump towards likely arrangements.
Bikash PurkaitPublished 2 days ago in FictionSolo Leveling Anime Review
**Genre:** Activity, Experience, Dream **Synopsis:** Solo Leveling out, otherwise called Just I Step Up, is a famous South Korean web novel composed by Chugong. It recounts the narrative of Sung Jin-charm, the world's most fragile tracker, who acquires the capacity to step up after a brush with death in a prison.
Bikash PurkaitPublished 2 days ago in FictionBeyond the hidden door
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, stood an old Victorian house known as Rosewood Manor. The house had been in Emily's family for generations, and its creaking floors and ivy-clad walls held a lifetime of memories. Emily, now in her thirties, had inherited the house after her parents passed away. Living alone in the vast, silent halls, she often felt the weight of its history pressing down on her.One rainy evening, as the wind howled outside and lightning illuminated the darkened sky, Emily found herself drawn to the library, a room filled with dusty books and family relics. She ran her fingers along the spines of the books, feeling a sense of connection to the past. Her grandmother had often told her stories about a hidden door in the library, a portal to a different time. As a child, Emily had dismissed it as a fairy tale, but tonight, something compelled her to search.She pulled at books and tapped on walls, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Finally, behind a heavy tapestry, she found it—a small, inconspicuous door. With trembling hands, she pushed it open, revealing a dark, narrow staircase descending into the unknown. Taking a deep breath, Emily stepped through the door and began her descent.The air grew colder and heavier with each step, as if she were traveling back through time itself. At the bottom of the staircase, she found herself in a small, candle-lit room. In the center of the room stood an ornate, full-length mirror with a golden frame, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light.As she approached the mirror, Emily felt an inexplicable pull, as if it were calling to her. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool glass. In an instant, the room around her dissolved, and she was transported to a different time and place.Emily found herself standing in a sunlit meadow, surrounded by vibrant wildflowers and tall, swaying grasses. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the sweet melody of birdsong. It was a place that felt both familiar and surreal, as if it existed outside the boundaries of time.As she wandered through the meadow, Emily came upon a young woman sitting by a brook, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of auburn. The woman looked up and smiled, a smile that was both warm and hauntingly familiar. Emily's breath caught in her throat as she realized she was looking at a younger version of her grandmother, Eliza.Tears welled up in Emily's eyes as she approached her grandmother, who had passed away many years ago. "Grandma?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.Eliza's smile widened, and she reached out to take Emily's hand. "Hello, my dear. I've been waiting for you."Emily sank to her knees beside her grandmother, tears streaming down her face. "How is this possible? How can I be here with you?"Eliza gently wiped away Emily's tears. "Time is not as linear as you might think. Love and memories create bonds that transcend time and space. This place, beyond the hidden door, is where those bonds come to life."For what felt like hours, Emily and Eliza talked and laughed, sharing stories and memories. Eliza spoke of her own youth, her dreams and hopes, and the love she had for her family. Emily felt a profound sense of connection, as if the past and present were intertwined in a beautiful, unbreakable tapestry.As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the meadow, Eliza's expression grew serious. "Emily, there's something I need to show you."Hand in hand, they walked to the edge of the meadow, where a small, weathered cabin stood. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of herbs. Eliza led Emily to a wooden chest, intricately carved with symbols and patterns that seemed to pulse with a life of their own."This chest holds our family's legacy," Eliza explained. "It's a collection of memories and stories, passed down through generations. But it also contains a burden, a secret that has weighed heavily on my heart."With trembling hands, Eliza opened the chest and pulled out a faded photograph. Emily recognized the young couple in the photo as her grandparents, their faces radiant with love and joy. But there was another figure in the background, a man whose presence seemed to cast a shadow over the scene."This man," Eliza said softly, "was my brother, Thomas. He disappeared many years ago, and I never knew what happened to him. It haunted me, knowing that a piece of our family was lost."Emily took the photograph, feeling the weight of her grandmother's sorrow. "Why are you telling me this now?""Because," Eliza replied, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sadness, "I believe you can find him. The hidden door and the mirror are connected to a realm where lost things can be found, where time bends to the will of love and determination."Determined to fulfill her grandmother's wish, Emily embraced Eliza one last time. "I'll find him, Grandma. I promise."With a heavy heart, Emily returned to the mirror. As she touched its surface, the meadow dissolved, and she was once again standing in the candle-lit room. The photograph was still clutched in her hand, a tangible link to the past.Over the next few days, Emily delved into the history of her family, poring over old letters, journals, and photographs. She discovered that Thomas had been a passionate traveler, always searching for new adventures. His last known whereabouts were in a remote village far from Willowbrook.With renewed purpose, Emily set out on a journey to find her long-lost great-uncle. She traveled through towns and cities, following the faint trail of clues left behind in Thomas's writings. Along the way, she encountered people who had known him, each offering a piece of the puzzle.Finally, in a quiet village nestled in the mountains, Emily found an elderly man who recognized Thomas from the photograph. "He was a kind soul," the man said. "He settled here many years ago, helping the community and sharing his stories. He spoke often of his family, of a sister he loved dearly."Emily's heart swelled with emotion as she realized she had found her great-uncle. The man led her to a small, humble cottage where Thomas had lived. Inside, the walls were lined with books and photographs, a testament to a life rich with experiences and memories.In the corner of the room, Emily found a letter addressed to her grandmother. With shaking hands, she opened it and read Thomas's heartfelt words. He had written of his love for his sister, his regret for losing touch, and his hope that their family would one day find peace.Tears streamed down Emily's face as she held the letter close. She knew that she had fulfilled her grandmother's wish, that the bonds of love and family had transcended time and space to bring them together once more.Returning to Willowbrook, Emily placed the letter in the wooden chest, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. She knew that her journey had not only honored her grandmother's memory but had also strengthened the ties that bound her family together.As she sat in the library, the hidden door now fully revealed, Emily felt a profound sense of peace. The journey through time had taught her that love and memories were the true constants, guiding her through the passage of life.And so, in Rosewood Manor, surrounded by the echoes of the past, Emily knew that the hidden door and the mirror held a magic that would forever connect her to the ones she loved.
William OkwuosaPublished 2 days ago in FictionThe headless Miracle
Once, in a small, forgotten village nestled deep within an ancient forest, there lived a couple named Elena and Tomas. They had yearned for a child for many years. Every prayer, every hopeful glance, every silent wish was centered around the dream of holding their baby in their arms. Their love was deep and true, their hearts warm and welcoming, but fate had kept this dream just out of reach.
Feumbana Njoya FatimatouPublished 2 days ago in FictionJujutsu Kaisen 0 Anime Review
Jujutsu Kaisen 0: A Haunting Prequel Packed with Action and Heart Jujutsu Kaisen 0, the prequel film to the famous shonen anime Jujutsu Kaisen, isn't simply an expendable side story. It's a hauntingly wonderful and activity pressed experience that stands all alone while enhancing the universe of Jujutsu Kaisen for bringing fans back. This survey jumps into the film's assets, investigates its close to home center, and inspects any possible weaknesses to provide you with an unmistakable image of what's in store.
Bikash PurkaitPublished 2 days ago in FictionI Have A Dream
All dreams are fiction unless we make them come true. This a dream I have often, it does recur and maybe it says something about me, that many will see as weak stupidity and others will see as strength, kindness and hope.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in Fiction