Fiction

THE MASTER KEY - Chapter 4
The Faithful Mongoose Once there lived a man called Brahmin who lived in a small village. He had a wife and a little child. He lived happily with his family in the village.
By Kelvin Sena Datsa2 years ago in BookClub
THE MASTER KEY - Chapter 5
Imoro The Soccer Maestro Imoro was a boy of age 12 who lived with his parents in a village. His parents were poor. He attended the community development basic school of their village. His community had a river which was the only source of water of the people in the village.
By Kelvin Sena Datsa2 years ago in BookClub
literature = everything
books in a bin so many in the queue can’t read them as fast as I buy ’em and yet I still want more wanna borrow more want to smell them more want to feel their lovely weight in my hand… some days you want a light skinny one — finish it in a week other days I want some meat, some heft to get the biceps going to keep me lost for months… certain ones feel better than others — texture matters but not as much as the richness of character or the elegance of plot I like voice, first person flame but third is good too… give me all of it to make my piles, my stacks! upon completion I brag! like anyone even cares haha like it matters worth a damn who even reads, right? you do well, you better if you’re here then you know it this literature thing is everything Notes: This poem probably doesn’t need much explanation. It’s a simple tribute to literature. My love of books is strong. It’s one of the most important parts of my life. Without literacy—without the ability to read and write—life wouldn’t be as sweet. What’s interesting, looking back, is that I didn’t always love reading. I know there’s some readers out there who hopped right out of the crib and started climbing the bookcase. Not me. I remember suffering through Lit class in high school. I somehow managed to do okay, but I always hated required reading. I disliked being told what to read and when to read it and how to think about it. I think the way literature was delivered to me as a young student did not seem appealing. Much of the literary canon seemed dry and unrelatable to me. I recall the desperation I felt, being unable or unwilling to follow the plot in certain texts. I found most dialogue to be stilted and outdated. I remember resorting to Spark Notes and taking whatever short-cuts I could find just to get by. Book reports—forget about it. Mandatory essays—ugh, please. Discussion groups—no chance. I never would have imagined I’d become a writer, though. I never would have thought I’d embrace reading in the way I do now. Something changed in my early twenties. In college and then in graduate school you’re pressured to specialize. You find your subject, and then everything else goes out the window. Course requirements and focusing on your major means there isn’t much time to spend on anything else, especially not leisure reading. So the idea of reading books that didn’t have to do with my studies was impractical. However, you guys know me—there’s just something about me that gravitates toward the impractical. I took to reading fiction as an escape rather than something I was forced to do. It became more of a guilty pleasure than an obligation. I found myself reading widely and eclectically. Eventually I found my way to loving science fiction and fantasy. Anything psychological or speculative really got me going and opened up my imagination to the possibilities of life. But I also always had a fondness for the seedier side of the literary world as well. Dirty realism, grunge lit, and other types of transgressive fiction and poetry appealed to me because of my socio-economic background and the place where I grew up. I saw myself in these pages. And I developed a particular fondness for stories told in first-person perspective. Anything that sounded like another person was pouring the contents of their mind directly into my own—that’s the stuff that really resonates with me to this day. If the reading feels more like an intimate conversation than it does a homework assignment, then I’m in. So yeah, that’s just a little bit about my history as a reader, and why I love literature so much. When it comes to entertainment, these days, reading really is everything. I find myself getting more out of a good book than I do from just about any other form of entertainment. I still love movies, television, video games, and sports. But nothing takes me away or sweeps me off my feet like a compelling written narrative presented in a voice that speaks directly to me. That’s where it’s at. And it’s a love I hope to never lose. A person’s favorite book(s) says a lot about them, I think. And I’d love to learn what my readers’ favorite books are
By Anti Void 2 years ago in BookClub
Reyona's Revenge
Chp The Arrest Thomas Lanoth couldn't believe his ears as he stood in front of Kayooma International Airport. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened within an hour after they arrived at the airport.
By Kabirat Aleem2 years ago in BookClub
Journal Prose Chronicles: What’s Right With You?
*Journal Prose Chronicles: What’s Right With You?** In a world often fixated on flaws and shortcomings, it’s a refreshing endeavor to turn our focus towards what’s right with us—the strengths, virtues, and qualities that define our uniqueness and resilience. This exploration delves into the beauty of individuality and the intrinsic value of our positive attributes. At the core of each person lies a tapestry of strengths waiting to be acknowledged and celebrated. These strengths come in various forms—some overt and easily recognized, others subtle yet profound in their impact. Take, for instance, the quiet strength of empathy. In a society that often praises assertiveness and ambition, the ability to empathize deeply with others is a profound gift. It bridges gaps, fosters understanding, and cultivates connections that transcend superficial boundaries. Courage, another cornerstone of human spirit, manifests in myriad ways. It’s not just the bravery exhibited in grand gestures but also the quiet resolve to face adversity with unwavering determination. Whether it’s the courage to speak up for justice, confront personal fears, or simply to persist in the face of setbacks, courage is a beacon that guides us through the storms of life. Creativity, often associated with artistic endeavors, extends far beyond painting or composing music. It’s the innovative thinking that finds solutions to complex problems, the ability to see possibilities where others see obstacles, and the capacity to infuse everyday tasks with imagination and flair. Creativity is a wellspring of inspiration that enriches our lives and propels us towards new horizons. Resilience, forged through challenges and setbacks, embodies the human capacity to bounce back stronger than before. It’s the tenacity to persevere in the face of adversity, to learn and grow from failures, and to emerge with newfound wisdom and strength. Resilience nurtures hope and fortitude, anchoring us during turbulent times and reminding us of our inherent capacity for endurance. Kindness, often portrayed as a simple virtue, holds transformative power. It’s the warmth of a smile, the generosity of spirit, and the selflessness that seeks to alleviate the burdens of others. Kindness fosters compassion and builds communities rooted in empathy and mutual support. In a world often marked by division, kindness serves as a unifying force that transcends differences and nurtures harmony. Humility, a quiet strength often overshadowed by louder virtues, reflects a grounded sense of self-awareness and openness to growth. It’s the willingness to acknowledge our limitations, learn from others, and celebrate the achievements of those around us. Humility fosters genuine connections and cultivates an environment where collaboration and mutual respect thrive. Optimism, amidst uncertainty and challenges, illuminates paths of possibility. It’s the belief in brighter tomorrows, the resilience to find silver linings in adversity, and the unwavering faith that every setback is a stepping stone towards growth. Optimism fuels perseverance and inspires others to navigate life’s twists and turns with hope and resilience. Each of these virtues and strengths, woven into the fabric of our being, defines our individual journey and enriches the tapestry of humanity. Embracing what’s right with us involves not only recognizing these qualities within ourselves but also nurturing and sharing them with the world around us. It’s a testament to our capacity for growth, compassion, and resilience—a celebration of the human spirit in its myriad expressions. In conclusion, as we navigate the complexities of life, let us pause to reflect on what’s right with us—the strengths, virtues, and qualities that make us uniquely ourselves. Let us celebrate the richness of our individuality and the transformative power of our positive attributes. For in honoring what’s right with us, we illuminate the path towards a more compassionate, resilient, and harmonious world
By Saira2 years ago in BookClub
Audiobook Review: The Reanimator's Heart by Kara Jorgensen
A reluctant necromancer, a man killed before his time, and the crime that brings them together. Felipe Galvan’s life as an investigator for the Paranormal Society has been spent running into danger. Returning home from his latest case, Felipe struggles with the sudden quiet of his life until a mysterious death puts him in the path of the enigmatic Oliver Barlow. Oliver has two secrets. One, he has been in love with the charming Felipe Galvan for years. Two, he is a necromancer, but to keep the sensible life he’s built as a medical examiner, he must hide his powers. That is until Oliver finds Felipe murdered and accidentally brings him back from the dead. But Felipe refuses to die again until he and Oliver catch his killer. Together, Felipe and Oliver embark on an investigation to uncover a plot centuries in the making. As they close in on his killer, one thing is certain: if they don’t stop them, Felipe won’t be the last to die.
By Marie Sinadjan2 years ago in BookClub
August Updates
Happy August! I'm thrilled to be back in the swing of things after an incredible summer filled with adventure and creativity. From exploring the magic of New Orleans to reconnecting with loved ones in Tennessee, this summer has been a whirlwind of inspiration.
By Sai Marie Johnson2 years ago in BookClub
Chasing her dream. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a small coastal town named Coral Bay, there lived a girl named Lila. With golden hair that danced in the ocean breeze and eyes as blue as the summer sky, she was known to everyone as the dreamer of the town. From a young age, Lila had always been captivated by the stories of artists and musicians who traveled the world, sharing their talents and inspiring others. She longed to be like them, to create beauty and evoke emotion through her art.
By Precious 2 years ago in BookClub
Rising Above the Shadows
Once upon a time, in a small, quiet town, there lived a young woman named Emily. Her life was filled with dreams and aspirations, but it seemed the world was determined to keep her from reaching them. Emily grew up in a modest household where financial struggles were a constant burden. Her father worked long hours at a factory, and her mother took on multiple jobs to make ends meet. Despite their efforts, the family often found it difficult to put food on the table.
By Paul U2 years ago in BookClub
Fragment of us. AI-Generated.
In a small town of Cedarwood, nestled between whispering pines and a quiet river, two souls found each other—Ella and Jake. It was the kind of love that felt timeless, as if they were written into each other's destinies. They met at a summer festival, where laughter filled the air and the scent of cotton candy lingered. Their eyes locked amidst the crowd, and in that moment, the world faded away. Days turned into weeks, and their love blossomed like the wildflowers that dotted the landscape. They spent lazy afternoons by the river, sharing secrets and dreams, creating a tapestry of shared moments. They painted the town with their young love—stolen kisses under the stars, playlists filled with songs that felt like they were written just for them, and whispered promises of forever. However, as the days grew shorter and the leaves began to change, so too did their story. Ella had dreams that stretched far beyond the borders of Cedarwood. She wanted to explore the world, to chase opportunities and carve a place for herself in the bright, wide universe. Jake, on the other hand, found solace in the town that cradled their love. His roots ran deep, tied to the familiar faces and places that had shaped him. The conversations began to shift. Ella’s enthusiasm for her plans clashed with Jake’s hesitation. He wanted her to stay, to build their future together in Cedarwood. She wanted to honor her dreams, believing that her heart could stretch to accommodate both her aspirations and their love. One chilly evening, beneath the vibrant hues of an autumn sunset, they sat on the riverbank. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the rustling leaves seemed to echo their worries. Ella took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. “Jake, I need to go. I have to see what’s out there.” Jake’s heart sank, but he forced a smile, trying to mask the sorrow that crept into his chest. “I understand. You have to chase your dreams.” But as he spoke those words, a piece of him shattered inside. The fear of losing her was overwhelming. Days turned into weeks, and the inevitable approached. They spent what little time they had left together, each moment now tinged with a bittersweet urgency. On their last night, they met under the stars, the air heavy with anticipation and heartache. “I love you, Jake,” Ella said, tears shimmering in her eyes. “And I always will.” “I love you too, Ella. You have to do this. But it doesn’t mean I won’t miss you every second of every day,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. In that last embrace, they held on tightly as if trying to merge into one being, to defy the distance they knew would come. But as the dawn broke, shedding light on a new day, they realized that love sometimes meant letting go. The months that followed were a blur. Ella thrived in her new city, pursuing her ambitions with a fiery passion. She sent letters and postcards, but as time passed, the exchanges grew sparse. Jake remained in Cedarwood, feeling the weight of her absence like a heavy shroud. He would find himself sitting by the river, lost in memories that felt more like a dream than reality. One evening, as he flipped through the pages of their shared journal—the one filled with stories, dreams, and love notes—he came across a passage Ella had written: “No matter where I go, a part of me will always be with you.” He read it over and over, battling through the ache in his chest. But a nagging voice reminded him that love was not always enough to bridge the distance between two worlds. A year later, a postcard arrived. It was a simple picture of the skyline, vibrant and full of life. But the message felt more like a farewell than a hello. “I’m moving on, Jake. You deserve someone who is here, in Cedarwood, to share your life with you.” His heart shattered, the echo of her words ringing in his head. He knew she was right, that often love is about timing and place, and sometimes, love simply isn’t enough. As winter settled over Cedarwood, Jake found solace in the memories that lingered—a flicker of laughter, a twirl under the stars, stolen kisses that painted his past with joy. He learned that heartbreak, while painful, was also a testament to the beauty of their love—a love that taught him to dream, to love fiercely, and to let go. In the end, they became beautiful fragments of each other’s lives, forever altered yet grateful for the time they had shared. And though the river continued to flow, carrying whispers of old loves and new beginnings, both Ella and Jake learned to navigate the currents of their separate paths, cherishing the love that, though lost, would never truly fade.
By Precious 2 years ago in BookClub
Based on my dream
It was late at night, around 10:10 PM. I was lying on the sofa, scrolling through my phone. My mom and sister were already in bed, but they called me to their room to talk. I went over, still looking at my phone.
By Ren2 years ago in BookClub
Summary of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
Summary of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is a cornerstone of Gothic literature and one of the earliest examples of science fiction. Published in 1818, this novel has transcended time, remaining relevant and thought-provoking to this day. It tells the story of Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who, in his quest to unlock the secrets of life, creates a creature that ultimately brings about his downfall. This tale of ambition, creation, and the consequences of playing God continues to captivate readers and inspire countless adaptations. In this blog post, we will delve into a detailed summary of Frankenstein, exploring its key themes and characters.
By RONALDO OSAKO2 years ago in BookClub