Adventure

The Day the Bell Stopped
It started like every other Monday. I limped through my school goals and tried to avoid eye contact with Mr. Delaney, the vice principal who patrolled the front like a guard. The sky was cloudy, and the grey type felt everything was heavier than that. I already had a pit in my stomach but couldn't say if it had skipped breakfast or if I was trying to do it.
By Liza2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Time
Everyone in the city said it was a myth. A whisper. A foolish rumor carried by the wind through cracked alleyways and flickering neon signs.
By Ahmad Dost2 years ago in Fiction
Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist and the Cheese-Fueled Time Machine
In the heart of Tinkerbellows, a town where magic and machinery danced like old friends at a tea party, there lived a most curious character: Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist. With wild red hair sticking out in all directions like a startled hedgehog and goggles permanently perched on his forehead, Fizzwhistle was the town’s unofficial inventor, official oddball, and semi-professional kazoo player.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul2 years ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Fish
Animals in the wild simply live their life from their instincts that have been developed as adaptations to their environment. People are a product of their environment and experience society, culture, and all that. As tempting or easy as it may be to try to interpret everyone in our own image, we should recall that there is an important upshot to this monkey-and-fish fable: projecting our values and needs onto others without much real attempt to understand what they need, and in the context of which they need it can do damage, often well beyond our reckoning.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Straight Path: A Story of Spiritual Awakening
In the ancient city of Zahraan, nestled between golden sands and olive groves, lived a young man named *Yusuf*. He was known for his sharp intellect and restless heart—always seeking, always questioning. His father was a devout man, who began each day with prayer, but Yusuf… Yusuf had drifted. He had grown weary of rituals and words he didn’t understand. One evening, after a heated argument with his father about religion, Yusuf stormed out of the house. The sun had just dipped below the dunes, and twilight painted the sky in shades of sorrow. As he wandered the edge of the desert, his thoughts were heavy. *"Why do I feel empty… even with everything I have?"* He came upon a small, crumbling masjid—abandoned for years. Something drew him inside. Dust floated in the air like whispers, and silence wrapped the walls. On the old, cracked mihrab, he saw an inscription carved in fading calligraphy: **"Guide us on the Straight Path."** It stopped him. The words echoed in his chest. Suddenly, he remembered—a childhood moment. Sitting beside his father during prayer. Repeating verses he didn’t yet grasp. That same line: *"Ihdina-s-siratal-mustaqeem..."* His father had once told him, *"This is the most important prayer you'll ever say, Yusuf. It’s asking Allah to hold your hand through life."* Yusuf sank to the floor. The weight of years—of arrogance, confusion, and distance—came crashing down. For the first time in a long while, he wept. Then he whispered: **"You alone we worship… You alone we ask for help."** And in that moment, something shifted. Not a thunderbolt. Not a miracle. Just... peace. The kind of peace that sinks into your soul like rain into dry earth. He began to return to that broken masjid every evening. He dusted its floor, repaired the cracked walls, and reopened its doors. And each time he stood in prayer, Surah Al-Fatiha became more than words—it became a conversation. A guide. A light. People noticed a change in him. He no longer argued out of pride, but listened with humility. He no longer questioned just to rebel, but sought truth with sincerity. Years later, Yusuf would become the imam of that very masjid—restored now and alive with prayer. And when people came to him, searching for meaning in a chaotic world, he would gently tell them: *"Start with Al-Fatiha. Ask for the Straight Path. Everything else will follow."*
By Tazim2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Gift
In a sleepy town between two warps of fog, there was an old clockmaker of the name Elias. His store, which happened to hide in a quiet corner of a forgotten street, was overfull with clocks of all shapes and sizes, and the ticking of them in unison was so loud and clear that it seemed to distract from its own natural harmony. But a most peculiar clock in his whole collection was the one that attracted people's attention so much that they did not fear to go near him.
By StoryTime2 years ago in Fiction
The Path To One Question
Once upon a time, there existed a traveler in a faraway land. He wasn't a merchant seeking buyers for his goods, nor was he an explorer in search of riches beyond this world, but a mere man - broken and lonely, crossing land upon land to break free of something invisible to his eyes but felt by his soul. Walking under the skies stitched with shimmering stars, he met bizarre wonders known to not many people. He gained knowledge of this world and beyond, from books and scrolls and from scholars and legends, he found truth and he found myth. But even after knowing so much, one question still puzzled him all the same - as it has done for all those past years. 'Why was he so devastated over the loss of something that wasn't his to even begin with?' The wound burned in his heart alive and fresh every day, refusing to give any reason or to be forgotten.
By Kartikey Mishra2 years ago in Fiction
The Distant Fire 🔥
It is said that in ancient times, a young man named Arha lived in the city of Addis Ababa. He left his village in his childhood and came to the city and became a servant to a wealthy merchant, Haspatam Hasiyai.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
Sam Gets a Shooting Lesson for Once
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga, wrapping up the companions' time with Damien Daimon, the Unwilling Antichrist, and the gifts and lessons he has for them before they tackle the final leg of their journey.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Dragon
In the quaint village of Windlewharf, nestled between mossy hills and eternally ticking windmills, lived a peculiar old man named Thaddeus Pinch. He was a clockmaker of no small repute, known not only for mending broken timepieces but for crafting intricate mechanical wonders that seemed almost alive. Birds made of brass sang lullabies at dusk, spiders of silver spun delicate webs in lantern glass, and mice of copper chased crumbs across countertops.
By THE STORY ROOM2 years ago in Fiction
"The Clock That Whispered Wishes"
The Story Begins... In a quiet village where nothing unusual ever happened, there stood an old clock shop at the end of Moon shadow Lane. No one remembered when it opened, or who owned it, but everyone knew one rule: Never ask the clock for a wish unless your heart truly means it.
By Ayesha Maryam2 years ago in Fiction
The Silver Feather and the Brave Princess
Once upon a time, in a quiet kingdom nestled between misty mountains, there lived a princess named Amira. Her heart was as gentle as the morning breeze, and her love for animals and the people of her land was well known. She was often called upon to settle disputes and bring peace between villages. Everyone admired her for the way she listened, cared, and worked towards harmony. But there was one mystery that had always intrigued the people of the kingdom: ''The Silver Feather''.
By Ayesha Maryam2 years ago in Fiction