Adventure
The Housemaid's Secret
Chapter 1 It was a beautiful summer day in the small town of Millbrook, where the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Anna was walking down the street, carrying a small bag of groceries, on her way back to the house where she worked as a housemaid. She had been working there for several months now and had grown accustomed to the family's routine. However, she had a secret that she had been keeping from them ever since she started working there.
By Muhammad Zeshan4 years ago in Fiction
The Temptation Of Time Travel
Sophie had always found the concept of time travel to be fascinating. She constantly dreamed as a young girl about going back in time to see historical occurrences. Her interest evolved into a scientific quest as she got older, and she was determined to build a time machine that would allow her to travel across time.
By Matthew Bolton4 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Flight
On March 8, 2014, Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 disappeared from radar screens while en route from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing. The flight, carrying 239 passengers and crew members, remains one of the greatest aviation mysteries of all time. Despite extensive search efforts, the wreckage of the plane has never been found, and the fate of the passengers and crew remains unknown.
By Jajula Avinash4 years ago in Fiction
Underneath
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The air crisp on my pale skin. I could not remember a time when the air was not piercing. The cold sang its beautifully sullen song every day, with no sign of becoming fatigued. It kept me on my toes. For here, if you place one wrong foot, you risk losing it. I had seen it happen many times, and never again will I not look down at my footing. There were brave ones who walked in groups; each week counting the casualties. There were those who didn't move at all, and those who only moved in a rhythmic pattern. Then there were those like me, lone wanderers. That is what they call us. The ones no one pays attention to. The ghosts. But whatever the role you chose, it didn't really matter. Because every night at midnight we all stopped, took a deep breath of bravery, and looked up. That one habitual act of reverence tied us all together, only moments before the clouds turned to a dark, looming green. The spell was broken, and we all went on our ways.
By Stephanie Bojanek 4 years ago in Fiction


