Adventure
Freedom
Finally, a moment to rest. They slow down, allowing their breath to catch up with them. Bloodstains frame the tears in their clothes. They wear muddy masks that hide their bruises. Both of them slump against the wall, slowly sliding to a seat. Whether it’s the adrenaline or the persistent pain flooding their bodies doesn’t matter. They can barely feel the jagged stone that forms the walls of the cavernous maze.
By Tales from a Madman2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Windmill
🌞 The Drought-Stricken Village In the sun-scorched village of Emberly, the earth was cracked like a spider’s web 🕸️, and rivers had dried up long ago 💧. Here lived 11-year-old Tessa—a curious girl with messy braids, ink-stained fingers 🖋️, and a brain that worked faster than the old windmill on Oak Hill. Her father, the village clockmaker ⏳, said she had “gears in her bones” because she loved fixing broken things 🔧. But the villagers had lost hope. Their smiles faded like the dying crops 🌵.
By Kratika Saxena2 years ago in Fiction
The Hut
A new day appears. Birds whistle and sing their melodies, the wind is northeast, and its breeze refreshes the sun that rises fiercely hot this time of the year. Currently, it is December and for me, this month represents one of the most beautiful months as it is the beginning of school vacation. It is a well-deserved break after a long year dedicated to studies in a college course of Mathematics; The moment you can forget all the integrals, derivatives and polar coordinates. Now I need to worry about all the challenges that life will throw at me. My dreams depend on it. My back hurts as a result of a bad night of sleep lying on the beaten earth that I prepared as a bed. The hut that I built with incredible effort and the fire that I lit gave me a certain amount of security at night. However, I did hear howling and footsteps outside it. Where have my dreams led me? The answer is to the end of the world, where civilization has not yet arrived. What would you do, reader? Would you also risk a trip to make your deepest dreams come true? Let's continue the narrative.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torres2 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Mountain
The Sacred Mountain A long time ago, I heard of an extremely inhospitable mountain around Pesqueira. It is part of the mountain range of Ororubá (indigenous name) where the indigenous Xukuru people dwell. They say that it became sacred after the death of a mysterious medicine man from one of the Xukuru tribes. It can make any wish a reality, as long as the intention is pure and sincere. This is the starting point of my journey, whose objective is to make the impossible possible. Do you believe, readers? Then remain with me, paying special attention to the narrative.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torres2 years ago in Fiction
A New Era
A New Era After a failed attempt to publish a book, I feel my strength restoring and strengthening. After all, I believe in my talent and I have faith that I am going to fulfill my dreams. I learned that everything happens in its time and I believe myself to be mature enough to realize my goals. Always Remember: When we really want something, the world conspires to make it happen. That is how I feel: renewed with strength. Glancing back, I think of the works that I read so long ago which certainly enriched my culture and my knowledge. Books bring us through atmospheres and universes unknown to us. I feel that I need to be part of this history, the great history that is literature. It does not matter if I remain anonymous or become a great author who is recognized worldwide. What is important is the contribution that each one gives to this great universe.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Severe Heat Wave Grips India and Pakistan: Temperatures Soar Beyond 50°C
South Asia is hit by record-breaking heat. New Delhi and ISLAMABAD: A deadly heat wave has swept through India and Pakistan, with temperatures exceeding 50 degrees Celsius (122 degrees Fahrenheit) in some areas. This has caused widespread health emergencies, power outages, and crop damage. Authorities have issued red alerts as millions endure extreme conditions, raising fears of heat-related deaths, wildfires, and water shortages.
By Md Omar Faruk2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Silentium
The twin suns of Xylos cast long, distorted shadows across the dunes as the desert stretched out before Elara like an ocean of rust. The grav-drive of her modified sandcrawler, which she affectionately referred to as "Dusty," rumbled beneath her in a monotonous song. In this abandoned part of the galaxy, Elara was a scavenger and relic hunter, her face hidden by a rebreather and goggles. She tried to find the Silentium. The Silentium was a phenomenon rather than a location. A vast and terrifying area of space where there was no sound at all. There was no sound of an engine humming, a laser firing, or a voice. In the midst of the cosmic symphony, there was a bleak evidence of an unknown power—a void. Elara knew better than to believe it was a myth told by sailors to scare young space travelers. Her famous astrophysicist father had devoted his life to studying the Silentium because he was driven by a single, haunting question: What caused it? Ten years earlier, he had vanished into that void. Elara came to find out what had occurred. Elara followed a faint energy signature that her father's research had suggested, and as she moved through the barren landscape, days turned into weeks. Dusty's scanners pinged erratically, the silence of the desert amplifying the rhythmic thump of her own heart. The twin suns were relentlessly beating down on her, so she rationed her water and nutrient paste. Elara gasped as Dusty ascended a dunes one evening in the violet twilight. A valley that wasn't filled with sand but with metal lay in front of her. The landscape was littered with twisted, shattered structures of an unimaginable scale that glowed faintly in the waning light. This wasn't natural. The technology in this graveyard was so advanced that it was beyond comprehension. Elara whispered, her voice a dry rasp in the rebreather, "This is it." "He was in this location." Dusty was carefully led into the valley by her. The total absence of conversation was profound. Her ears hurt as it pressed against her like a physical force. She switched to visual communication on her helmet display, the text appearing in front of her eyes.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdo2 years ago in Fiction
Why More Travellers Are Looking for Cheap Flights from Sydney to Beirut
Sydney and Beirut might be oceans apart, but the connection between the two runs deep. Whether it’s family, culture, or curiosity pulling people across continents, there’s been a noticeable rise in Aussies looking to fly to Lebanon, without spending a fortune.
By Liam Smith2 years ago in Fiction
SpaceX Launch Creates Mesmerizing 'Nebula' in Sky: April 21, 2025, Space Picture of the Day
In a dazzling demonstration of technology meeting natural beauty, a recent SpaceX rocket launch painted an awe-inspiring image in the early morning skies, resembling the brilliant, swirling colors of a deep-space nebula. This captivating spectacle occurred during the company’s 32nd commercial resupply mission (CRS-32) to the International Space Station (ISS), solidifying SpaceX’s place not only as a trailblazer in aerospace technology but also as an unintentional artist of the cosmos.
By Sakibul Islam Sakib2 years ago in Fiction
Shadow's Of The Heart- 2
The village was quiet and covered in fog this morning. Elina, who was once Aria, walked the path to the old bridge with nothing but fleeting dreams in her head. She had dreams of neon rain, gunfire, and a man whose face she couldn't keep. She had lost all memory since the explosion. She believed that. But the dreams got stronger each night. Additionally, the man always observed from the shadows. Her gentle nature was adored by the locals. Despite this, she looked sad, as if she were waiting for something or someone. She had no idea that Zayan had always been nearby, but she did Hidden Watching. He was still unable to approach her. They would return if the agency knew she was still alive. And she might not be able to forgive him if she remembered who she really was. because she had no idea what Zayan had done. He had decided to forget about her. He hacked the facility that night, not destroyed it. discovered a neurological program that the organization used to rewire assets. He had used it on her to free her from blood, lies, and the mission they had forced her into. He had done this to start over. He brought her peace. And it shattered him. Elina felt that someone was behind her one day as she was gathering herbs in the woods. She abruptly turned. He remained there. Zayan: He was unrecognizable to her. However, her heart rate did. She said, drawn, scared, and confused, "You..." "Have we met yet?" He gave a soft smile. "Maybe... in a different life." They talked for a long time about everything and nothing. He used a fictitious name and claimed to be a traveler. However, each exchange was like a spark rekindling a long-lost passion. He kept coming back throughout the days. Her memories also changed. Part by part. She remained trembling at the lake's edge until one evening. When he appeared, she whispered, "I know who you are." "Now I remember everything." Zayan stopped breathing. "I remember you as well as the agency and the betrayal. You wiped me out. She moved in closer. "But I also recall why I fell in love with you." Her eyes welled up with tears. "Yes, you took away my past. However, freedom is something you gave me that no one else did. a decision." Zayan reduced his gaze. "I didn't want you to go." She said in a soft voice, "And you didn't." "You only assisted me in discovering who I really am—without the mission or the lies." The mist rolled around them like a soft curtain as they stood in silence. The twist came next. She added, "I didn't tell you everything either." "I was already questioning them before they sent me to you." I wanted to leave. Zayan gave a sharp upward gaze. I intended to fake the mission and then vanish. However, when I met you, everything became real. Too true. They were separated by a breeze. Nothing was hidden this time. No purpose, No slander. Only two souls who persevered through the worst and found their way back. They walked slowly, hand in hand, back into the village together. However, a pair of binoculars watched from the forest's edge. Over a secret communication device, a voice cracked: "Reacquired target. Both are present.
By Riazul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
