Adventure
The Pride’s Last Stand
The golden African sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the dry savanna. The air was thick with tension as Kano, the mighty leader of the Stormfang Pride, stood atop a small rocky hill, his amber eyes locked onto the threat approaching from the east.
By Amaze Lane2 years ago in Fiction
Light at the Edge of Dusk
The evening sky turned orange as Arman walked toward the small rented house where he lived with his mother and younger siblings. His school uniform was worn, his bag heavy with books and a few crumpled bills from his part-time job. He took a deep breath before stepping inside. Inside, his mother sat on the floor, counting small coins with a tired expression. Despite her exhaustion, she smiled when she saw Arman. “You’re home, son?” her voice was soft, but the worry in her eyes was clear. Arman nodded and handed her the money he had earned from working at the food stall. “Here, Mom. It’s enough to buy some rice and milk for Dita.” His mother took the money, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m sorry, son. You shouldn’t have to work this hard. You’re still in school.” Arman forced a small smile, though his heart ached. “If not me, then who else, Mom?” Ever since his father passed away a year ago due to illness, Arman the eldest of three siblings had taken on the role of the family’s breadwinner. His mother took on odd jobs as a seamstress, but the pay was barely enough. Meanwhile, Arman juggled school with multiple part-time jobs working as a waiter, delivering goods, and even managing a parking lot on weekends. Every night, when his siblings were asleep, Arman sat under the dim lamp, finishing his schoolwork. He knew education was his only way out of poverty. But sometimes, he felt exhausted truly exhausted. One night, as he stared at his exam paper filled with scribbled notes, his mind swirled with doubts. “Can I really keep going?” he whispered to himself. His mother suddenly appeared with a cup of warm tea. “Arman, take a break,” she said, sitting beside him. Arman smiled faintly. “I’m scared, Mom. I’m afraid I won’t be able to lift our family out of this situation.” His mother held his hand tightly. “Son, you’ve already done more than enough. But remember, you are not alone. I am here, and we will get through this together.” Her words gave him newfound strength. He knew the road ahead was long, but he refused to give up. The next day, Arman went back to work, back to school, and back to his fight. Because even though his shoulders were weary, he believed that one day, he would lead his family to a better life At the edge of dusk, a light awaited him. And he would keep walking toward it.
By Faisal Zucker 2 years ago in Fiction
Independent
Independent In the bustling city of Lumina, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, there lived a young woman named Independent. Her name was not just a word; it was a declaration, a way of life. Independent was known for her fierce determination, her unyielding spirit, and her refusal to conform to the expectations society placed upon her.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
Threads of Life: Where Dreams Intertwine
Act One The Delhi market throbbed with a life all its own, a symphony of sounds and smells that twelve-year-old Raju knew intimately. His pull cart, laden with the day's harvest of vibrant vegetables, was an extension of himself, a heavy burden and a symbol of his unwavering resolve.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Real Purpose of Human Existence
The Real Purpose of Human Existence: A Journey Beyond the Mundane The question of why we exist has haunted humanity for centuries. From the ancient philosophers to the modern-day thinkers, the search for meaning has been a relentless pursuit. I, too, have wrestled with this question, especially since I began to truly use my intellectual mind. Why do we exist in this human form? Why are we here, in this vast, seemingly infinite universe? My younger self, at the age of 10, was far from equipped to answer such profound questions. But as I’ve grown, so has my understanding—though it’s still a work in progress.
By Tulsiverse2 years ago in Fiction
Hansel and Girdle
My brother was being a rather large pain in the tuchus again. I don’t mind him using me as his dressmaker’s model, really. He makes some really awesome stuff, and I get to look good. He’s got a bunch of like-minded friends, and they do my hair and makeup too. And then they mutter about “vision” and “aesthetic” and drag me places for photo shoots.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Ansel and Greta
In a densely populated neighborhood in America, there lived a man with his wife and two children. His children were enthusiastic creators and builders, and they filled his small home to the point of bursting with all their projects, gadgets, and other brainchildren. The man, having a meager income, could not afford a larger space for the children to spawn their fantasies.
By A. S. Lawrence2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady of the Lake. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I am made of water. I am not the Lady of the Lake. There is no separation there, no division of type. I am the Lake. I am water. I can take human form but only because I choose to. Then, my presence is discernible for the creature who stands before me to know me on their own terms of reference.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
