Adventure
When Kindness Is Something You Have to Deliver
A man was known to be a generous man and would give a beggar $1,000 every month. And so the man continued to feed the beggar for many months, the beggar thankful for what the man did. Then one day, the man gave him just $750. The beggar was taken aback, but he finally accepted it, reasoning that $750 was still quite a sum.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love and Humanity
The Resurrection Flower | Humanity and the Red Flower There was a lovely Russian fairy tale I remember as a child. It might have been a form of ''Beauty and the Beast'' found in Western fairy-tale books. The picture and I were fonder of this Russian tale than the original. As I recall, the story is like this.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The World of Ashes
Chapter One - The Beginning of Darkness The world of Ash was an enchanted place, where wars erupted between rival magical forces. In this ancient world, there was a kingdom suffering from ruin and weakness, in dire need of brave heroes to save it from the clutches of darkness.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
"The Silver Moon Below"
"The Silver Moon Below" Under the silver moonlight, Carden was a peaceful village. A fresh breeze rustled through the trees, and the air was crisp. Even though it was Harvest Festival night, there was a distinct vibe this year. The villagers had been celebrating under the full moon for generations, but today it seemed as though the moon itself was waiting and watching.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
EPISODE 3 : THE TEST OF POWER
The silence in Luiz Fernando's apartment was profound, but his mind was in turmoil. He was determined to understand the powers that now resided within his body. Sitting in the center of the room, with the blue stone in front of him, he took a deep breath, focusing.
By Luiz O freitas2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 1: The Missing Persons The fluorescent lights of the Rockhaven Police Department's forensic lab cast harsh shadows across the evidence laid out on the steel table. Sarah Mathews pushed a strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she leaned closer to the grainy security footage, her green eyes narrowed in concentration. Three separate case files were spread around her workstation, seemingly unrelated until she'd spotted the pattern.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Hand Book of Alagor chapter 1 Part 1
The desert heat scorched all of Grozonia, making the gravel on the ground tremble. Hearing the sound of competitors, the spectators fixed their eyes eagerly on the finish line.Creatures from every race and planet had gathered, shouting at the top of their lungs. An old man with octopus limbs lunged forward and cried out,
By Şahin Gökalp Coşkuntuna2 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Dancer . Content Warning.
My name is Jolene Croft, I am a dancer. I was dancing on stage tonight. It was my fifth performance of the day. I asked Lilith, the stage manager, if I could take the nights off to go to night class. I was sick of dancing. She said no. I said what about days. She said no. I told her I quit, but she locked all the doors and wouldn’t allow me to leave.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Cereal Heist of Apartment 12B
Every morning at precisely 8:03 AM, Gerald Fumbleton shuffled into his cramped kitchen like a man on rails. It was not that he particularly enjoyed breakfast—he considered taste a distraction—but routine was everything. He would open the third drawer from the left (always the third, never the fourth, lest disaster strike), extract a single, unremarkable spoon, and approach the pantry. There, without fail, sat his box of Quantum Oats™—the cereal engineered by shadowy scientists to taste like absolutely nothing but to fill the void deep in your soul where meaning used to reside.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
"From the Forgotten, whispers"
"From the Forgotten, whispers" That night, it rained a lot, pounding against the old house's windows in a pattern that unnerved Noah. The rain outside nearly drowned out the crackling sound of the flames as he sat by the fireplace. After his father's recent job loss, his family had recently relocated to this isolated, dilapidated farmhouse in the hopes of finding calm. Noah was not so sure, though. The house felt off, with its groaning flooring and odd odors. Something that did not wish to be discovered seemed to be concealed by the walls themselves.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
