Adventure
The Unknown Phone Call
At first glance, the evening appeared to be typical. While the clock inched closer to midnight, Emily was engrossed in a mystery book on her couch. Her tiny apartment was silent except for the gentle tapping of rain on the windows, which produced a calming rhythm. She was happy and at ease—that is, until her phone rang.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
Say No to Everything That Doesn’t Support Your Immediate Goals
I stood at the crossroads of my life, a maze of possibilities stretching out before me. Each path, a siren song, promised adventure, fulfillment, and perhaps even love. But I knew that to truly achieve my dreams, I had to make a choice. A difficult one.
By Mamoona Rana2 years ago in Fiction
Plastic is terrible for us 😨
Please like and Rating my content Plastic has significant negative impacts on the environment, human health, and wildlife. It takes hundreds of years to decompose, accumulating in landfills and oceans. Over time, plastic breaks down into microplastics, contaminating soil, water, and air. Millions of tons of plastic waste end up in the ocean each year, creating "garbage patches" and harming marine life. Animals often mistake plastic for food, leading to ingestion that can cause choking, starvation, or poisoning. Entanglement in plastic waste can injure or kill wildlife.
By Al Mahmud Hasan2 years ago in Fiction
The Voyage
Only if this storm would stop, Abigale thought to herself. The ship rocked as the night rolled. The waves could be felt, but being under deck, it was too difficult to tell. I did not want The treacherous journey, but this was the key to freedom. Only her prayers as the sailors seem to be slacking on keeping the route without so many storms. So many nights sleeping and others just in the filth of everyone around you. The vomit smell was not even an irritant since everyone was already sick by the first month. The small space and staying under was dark with the escarpments in pots. In better weather, the unfortunate sailor would throw them into the ocean. This day was supposed to be when I would have some fresh air on the deck, but the lightning started. I came to see a new world and not be bogged down by the lack of freedom of the old. Yet the trip has moans and groans. The small space down here has been quite a feat. The cramps and the weather could have been so much better.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Page
Sarah fought her way through the unyielding sheets of rain that fell on the cobblestoned avenues of Oldtown, her umbrella just barely preventing a downpour from soaking her to the bone. The charming narrow streets and the dozens of centuries-old buildings had always made it an enjoyable place to stroll, but tonight, something about them felt oppressive. Memories of stories about the haunted old library at the end of the street with its ghostly wordsmith crept up her spine, making her shiver.
By Nazmul Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
The Cry of the Desperate Window
A misty, cold night found Maya sitting by herself in her little, rickety apartment. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the old windows like it was trying to get in. The unrelenting wind, the eerie mood, the unnerving feeling that something was horribly wrong had all been present for days.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Himalayas
The wind howled through the narrow valley, carrying with it a chill that seemed to claw at Rahul’s bones. He pulled his shawl tighter around his shoulders as he stood at the edge of the cliff, peering into the endless expanse of mountains that rose and fell like ancient waves, frozen in time. Somewhere, far below, the village of Kalpa was wrapped in mist, obscured by the thick veil of fog that always seemed to hover over the Himalayas at dusk.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)2 years ago in Fiction
Circle Six. Content Warning.
Circle six, beat in four, then thrust to his opponent’s neck. The lieutenant parried, made a riposte to the dirty brigand's seven, which the dirty brigand easily parried. Then the dirty brigand's cell phone rang, so he continue dto fence while pulling it from his pocket. All around them the queen's soldier's and pirates continued to battle, as the brigand answered his phone, without bothering to check the caller ID.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
