Adventure
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Freedom of No Longer Performing
There is a very special freedom in not feeling the need to prove anything. As children, we played at entertainment almost all the time, it felt like. That was about attention, validation, and adoration. This, as we chased titles, likes, compliments, and love that was conditional, at times. What we longed for was for other people to recognize us, to find us attractive, to call us ''ambitious,'' ''gifted,'' ''successful,'' ''pretty.''
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Toxic People, Hidden Harm
Toxic People: Do You Know Who You Are? There's the person who may have everything going on, but they are rotting at you at the core. And the long-term effects of a toxic person can feel as harmful as poison. You may not notice this at first, but it will be drained on you, causing mental fatigue. At some moment, you will see this one that is the cause of the weight.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Are We Alone? What Americans Really Think About Aliens in 2025
In 2025, the idea of aliens isn’t just for sci-fi nerds or late-night conspiracy threads — it’s gone mainstream. From Pentagon reports to viral documentaries, the question of whether we’re alone in the universe is sparking heated debates at dinner tables, on social media, and even in Congress. A staggering 65% of Americans now believe intelligent life exists on other planets, and over half think UFOs spotted by the military are evidence of alien visitors. So, what’s driving this cosmic curiosity? And what do Americans really think about little green men — or whatever else might be out there? Let’s dive into the data, the dreams, and the doubts fueling this obsession.
By Wiseword Breakthoughsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Third Keeper
The storm churned like a wounded beast. Wind clawed at the cliffs, hurling sheets of rain in wild arcs. Lightning splintered the night, revealing the jagged coastline and, perched defiantly at its edge, a solitary lighthouse—its beam slicing through the tempest like an unblinking eye.
By NoExitStories about a year ago in Fiction
Zomba The Beautiful Girl
Zomba used to be a beautiful girl. Once she went to a neighboring village to celebrate Reh a festival of the Idu Mishmi tribe. There she had a lot of fun. She kept enjoying herself for two-three nights without sleeping. Because of this she became very tired. When Zomba returned home tired, sleep was not coming out of her eyes. So she kept sleeping continuously day and night, leaving all work. Zombas stepmother could not tolerate her lying like this all day. She got angry and tried to wake her up, but she did not wake up. Then her stepmother got very angry and she took hot coal from the burning stove and burnt her private parts. Now Zomba could not even urinate.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Game of Secrets
In a quaint little village, nestled on the banks of a river, stands an old house brimming with mysteries. Within its walls lies a hidden treasure, but uncovering it is no simple task. Each year, the villagers host a game known as Raaz Da Khel. In this game, everyone must tackle various challenges, and the victor gets to claim the treasure. However, this isnt just a game for fun each task carries the risk of death, and tragically, someone loses their life every year.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
