short story
The Foundling Fawn:
Once upon a time, in a forest nestled deep in the heart of the countryside, there lived a young fawn. She was born into a world of danger and uncertainty, surrounded by predators lurking in the shadows. Yet, despite the constant threat, she was full of life and hope, eager to explore the world beyond her small patch of grass.
By CRICKET ONLY4 years ago in Earth
THE FRUIT SELLER 'S SECRET
Title: The Fruit Seller's Secret In the bustling streets of London, amidst the sounds of honking cars and the chatter of people, there was a small fruit stall. It was run by an old man named Albert, who had been selling fruits for as long as he could remember. His stall was always filled with fresh fruits, ranging from apples and oranges to exotic fruits like mangos and kiwis. The sweet aroma of ripe fruits would waft through the air, tempting passersby to stop and make a purchase.
By Kuldeep Rajawat4 years ago in Earth
THE MAJESTIC OAK
Title: The Majestic Oak In a quiet and serene corner of a sprawling meadow stood a majestic oak tree. Its trunk was thick and gnarled, its branches spreading out like a canopy, casting a cool and soothing shade on the grassy knoll beneath. The oak tree was old, very old, perhaps several centuries old. It had witnessed the passage of time, seen the seasons change, and watched the meadow transform over the years.
By Kuldeep Rajawat4 years ago in Earth
THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
Title: The Enchanted Garden Once upon a time, there was a beautiful garden that was hidden away in the midst of a thick forest. The garden was filled with colourful flowers, towering trees, and a crystal clear pond that shimmered in the sunlight. It was said that the garden was enchanted, and only those who possessed pure hearts and good intentions could find it.
By Kuldeep Rajawat4 years ago in Earth
The Earthling's Dare
Blades of grass issued into the air. The droning noise of the mowers was like the constant hum of gigantic gas-powered cicadae. Sequan Vast, six feet tall, nineteen years of age, turned his mower on a dime. His cherrywood colored skin turned darker and his short Afro sparkled with drops of water. He perfected the simple art of ensuring the blades didn’t fly in his face. A sweat stained t-shirt and gaiter, muddy boots and dirty blue jeans all showed a man bent on the execution of excellent work.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Earth
Commotion in the Ocean
What’s all the commotion?! I heard yelled out from miles of ocean. I began to survey the area, but it was too late; I was already in the throes of a giant web of plastic engulfing me and hundreds of others in its wake. It all happened so fast – before I knew it, my body was pressed up against scales and netting and the pressure was getting unbearable. I thrashed to break free, but my tail was caught. I was expending energy fast. Although I couldn’t see a thing, I could feel us all rising to the surface. My body began to tighten. “This is it,” I thought.
By Ren Slater4 years ago in Earth
