Adventure

Hug Me Tight Until I Stop Overthinking
The world seemed to be capering too quickly around me, and my mind appeared to be doing the same. It had been one of 'those' days. One of 'those' weeks. Accumulation of responsibilities, choices, and problems I could not silence in my thoughts. The cacophony within my mind was too much and I was exhausted - exhausted from the vexation of thinking, from caring about everything way too much, and from feeling like I was lost in my thoughts.
By Shoaib Rehmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Giant Who Feared the Ant
In a scorched land of fire, stone, and trembling earth, there lived a terrible giant named Buro. Towering over the tallest trees and wider than the oldest boulders, Buro was feared far and wide—not for his strength alone, but for his cruelty.
By The Zeb Scholar about a year ago in Fiction
"Ashes & Embers"
The world changed the night Kael vanished. Not just for Aria, but for the land itself. Hollowmere’s skies turned grey and never quite returned to blue. The trees near the altar twisted strangely, reaching toward a sky that didn’t want them. Animals fled. Children were born silent. The veil between realms had been torn open, and it had not mended.
By Huda Yusufabout a year ago in Fiction
The Boy, the King, and the Spoon of Oil
A little boy wanted to find out what his life was all about. He went to ask an old king who was supposed to have the answer to every question.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Knower of the language of animals
Once some children were killing a snake. A king saved it. Pleased with the king, the snake blessed him to understand and speak the language of animals. But he also warned him that if he ever discussed that matter with anyone, he would lose his life.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
Shake It Off and Step Up
Since obstacles are something to shake off, step on. Once upon a time, there was a farmer who had a donkey. It was very old. Once the farmer took out the old donkey. So idiotic, it recently fell into a pond. It groaned for a long time. The farmer attempted to find a way to help it. At last, the farmer saw that the donkey was too old. Plus, the pond needed to be hidden. It was stupid to help the donkey. So the farmer told the villagers to help cover the pond. They all gathered with shovels to dump dirt into the pond. When the mud first landed on the donkey's back, it was surprised, but it soon came to understand its situation. It howled immediately. At one point, everyone looked and was amazed to see that the donkey was silent. When the farmer had thrown a few shovels of soil into the pond, he looked inside the pond and was astounded to discover that when everyone threw soil on the donkey's back, the donkey would shake the soil off its back and step on that soil. The more everybody tried to throw dirt, the better it rose to the challenge.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector's Daughter - IV: The Original Sin
Don't forget to read the first three! The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Hearts Connected
Liam, Maya, Chloe, and Noah had been friends since they were kids. They had shared everything: scraped knees, first crushes, awkward school dances, and dreams for the future. They thought their bond was unbreakable. But life, as they were about to learn, had other plans. Love came first, as it often does. Liam and Maya had always had a spark, a quiet understanding that everyone else saw. Finally, in their last year of high school, it blossomed into something more. They were inseparable, their love a bright, hopeful thing that filled their world. Chloe, always the romantic, was thrilled for them. Noah, ever the quiet observer, just smiled and offered his support. But love, as beautiful as it could be, wasn't always easy. Liam and Maya's relationship, while strong, had its challenges. They were different people with different dreams. Liam wanted to travel the world, to see and experience everything. Maya wanted to stay close to home, to build a life in the town they knew and loved. These differences, once small, began to grow, casting a shadow over their bright love. Then came loss. Maya's grandmother, a woman who had been like a second mother to all of them, passed away. The grief was heavy, a dark cloud that settled over their group. Maya was heartbroken, and Liam, Chloe, and Noah did their best to support her. But loss, they learned, was a lonely journey. Each of them grieved in their own way, and the shared pain, instead of bringing them closer, sometimes felt like a wall between them. Chloe, always the bubbly one, found herself struggling. She had always been the glue that held them together, the one who made them laugh, who organized their outings. But now, she felt lost. The grief, the tension between Liam and Maya, it was all too much. She started to withdraw, spending more time alone, her bright spirit dimming. Noah, quiet and steady, felt the weight of their struggles. He had always been the listener, the one they turned to when they needed a shoulder to cry on. But now, he felt helpless. He wanted to fix things, to make them all feel better, but he didn't know how. He watched his friends drift apart, their once unbreakable bond seeming to fray at the edges. Liam, caught between his love for Maya and his own dreams, felt torn. He loved her deeply, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were on different paths. He tried to talk to her, to find a way to reconcile their dreams, but the words wouldn't come. The loss of Maya's grandmother had created a distance between them, a space filled with unspoken grief and fear. Their friendship, once so strong, was now being tested. They still saw each other, still talked, but it wasn't the same. The laughter was less frequent, the silences longer. They were all navigating their own struggles, their own pain, and it was hard to reach out, to connect. One rainy afternoon, they found themselves together at their old hangout, the park bench under the oak tree where they had shared so many secrets and dreams. The air was heavy with unspoken words. "We're a mess, aren't we?" Chloe said, her voice barely a whisper. They all looked at each other, a mix of sadness and guilt in their eyes. "We'll get through it," Noah said, his voice quiet but firm. "We always do." His words, simple as they were, seemed to break the spell. They started to talk, really talk, for the first time in weeks. They talked about their grief, their fears, their dreams. They talked about Liam and Maya's relationship, about Chloe's sadness, about Noah's helplessness. They realized that they had been so focused on their own pain that they had forgotten to be there for each other. They had let the love, the loss, and the challenges of life push them apart. Liam and Maya admitted that they were scared, scared of losing each other, scared of their different dreams. Chloe confessed that she felt like she was losing them all, that she missed their laughter, their closeness. Noah said that he felt like he was failing them, that he wanted to fix everything but didn't know how. As they talked, a shift began to happen. The weight on their shoulders seemed to lighten, the distance between them began to shrink. They remembered why they were friends, what had brought them together in the first place. It wasn't just shared experiences, but a deep, unwavering love and support for each other. Liam and Maya decided to try. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they loved each other, and they were willing to work at it. Chloe started to reach out again, to find joy in the small things, to reconnect with her friends. Noah, realizing he couldn't fix everything, focused on listening, on being a steady presence in their lives. Their journey wasn't over. Love, loss, and friendship would continue to test them. But they had learned a valuable lesson. That even when life got hard, even when they felt lost and alone, they had each other. Their bond, though tested, was still a bond built on years of shared experiences, on unwavering love, and on the understanding that even in the darkest of times, friendship could be the light that guided them home. They knew that as long as they had each other, they could navigate anything life threw their way. Their friendship was a safe harbor, a place where they could always find love, support, and the strength to face whatever came next. And that, they realized, was the greatest treasure of all.
By Saim Billabout a year ago in Fiction
Ties That Never Break
The first time Maya met Rhea, she was crying in the school hallway. Maya, shy but curious, approached her with a piece of candy from her lunchbox and asked, “Are you okay?” That small gesture, at just nine years old, became the first thread in a bond that would last decades.
By k zarmalabout a year ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 3].. Content Warning.
*** The man remembers, fifteen years ago. Before he truly understood the curse. He walked among the lips of the pier, scavenging through the pile of trash left by the passengers. He found nothing except for the foaming ocean water. Then, his two pearl eyes fixated on a mother carrying her child on her left arm, and a bag of fresh fish on her right hand. His drool dripped, his eyes sharpened, and his long tail waved as a signal that he found his target. His paws stuck closer to the edge of the pier, and he leaped into the big ship that had just docked. The ship's anchor protruded from the surface of the sea that started to turn reddish in the reflected light of sunset. The big ship departed, leaving its city behind. The city filled with narrow alleys, where he always ran to avoid being hit by broomsticks. Narrow alleys that had trash cans at each end, where he scavenged for food. The cat meowed and sniffed on the third floor deck of the ship, sharpening his sense of smell to trace the fresh fish aroma brought by the mother. It was complete, just five meters in front of him. The mother was sitting on the passenger seat, nursing her child. Now, he just had to wait for the pitch-black night. It had been an hour and thirty minutes since the ship sailed calmly on the moonlit sea. Some passengers grouped themselves according to their age order. They suddenly greeted each other, getting to know each other, telling their origins and ethnicities. The elderly were busy discussing their youthful days, while the young people joked around while humming night songs. It was not as dark as expected. Now the cat took a higher spot, on the roof of the third floor deck. He still caught the scent of fresh fish, guarding it not to be lost. His trick turned out not to be as easy as wagging his tail, which now just lay flat, stroking his hungry belly. He sat, gazing into the distance, occasionally looking up to let the moonlight's bias dip into his pearl- like eyes. He meowed loudly, asking the clouds to cover the moonlight. "Meeeooong...!" Suddenly, the passengers fell silent, momentarily stopping their activities. They were quiet not because a cat was meowing on the roof, but because the ship's speed slowed down when the captain turned the steering wheel to make a turn. Then, from a distance, there was a faint sound like a trumpet. There were other ships across the port. The lights of the ships sparkled like fireflies, lining up and shining along the beach's lips. Confirming that the destination was close, a destination to another city. The cat squinted, its ears perked up, sharpening its hearing. Restless, the fish might not be eaten. It leaped and ran towards the deck, keeping an eye on the passengers' area. The fish bag was still there, among the rows of long benches. It was time for dinner. Nobody cared, not even the owner who had already fallen asleep with their child. The cat crept among the slouching passengers' legs, finally getting a big chunk of fresh fish. It sharpened its claws, clawing at the bag until it tore open. The cat was angry because the ship was slowing down to dock, and the bag was still intact. It bit into the bag, its fangs piercing the surface. It tasted the fish's fat mixed with its own saliva, and continued to scratch at it. But then the mother woke up, finding her child urinating, peeing on the black fish bag. The cat, now wet with urine, was trying to steal the fish.
By Shafa Ichwanusabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Goat Who Became a Hero
In a rocky hill village surrounded by wildflowers and dusty winds, lived a quiet goat named Bako. He wasn’t like the other goats in the herd. His horns were crooked, his fur had bald patches, and his voice was soft—barely louder than a whisper.
By The Zeb Scholar about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers in the old house
The old house stood on a hill overlooking the town, its windows like dark eyes staring out into the night. Everyone in town knew the stories about the house, whispers of strange noises, shadows moving in the windows, and a feeling of unease that settled over anyone who got too close. But Liam, Maya, Chloe, and Noah didn't believe in ghost stories. They were friends, and they were curious.
By Saim Billabout a year ago in Fiction