Adventure
Stunt Dog Demo
I was there alongside Lewis when he decided to stage his unforgettable and rather impromptu performance. It was the tail end of summer, the stifling heat of the desert waning, replaced by more pleasant conditions. The day dawned bright and clear in California, promising adventure.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset Picture
I woke up with the first light of dawn, driven by the desire to capture the perfect photograph. Swiftly, I dressed in a pair of worn, brown trousers, a loose-fitting shirt, and sturdy hiking boots. Pulling my coffee-brown hair back into a messy ponytail and adjusting my glasses, I grabbed my bag and felt the rush of excitement course through me.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Home
In the dimly lit city streets, Owen’s heart pounded in his chest as he navigated the maze of alleys and side streets. The oppressive heat of the night was intensified by the residual warmth from the ever-present sun, now grown into a menacing gas giant in the sky. Without his protective UV suit, Owen's skin would have been instantly seared by the deadly radiation.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forbidden Forest
In the ancient city of Ujjain, ruled by the wise and just King Vikramaditya. One day, a mystic sorcerer approached the king with a request that seemed simple yet bizarre: to fetch a corpse hanging from a tree in a desolate forest—the body that Betal, a wily spirit, inhabited.Motivated by the promise that fulfilling this request would bring prosperity to his kingdom, Vikramaditya agreed. As night fell, he ventured into the eerie forest, guided only by the flickering light of his torch. Upon reaching the tree, he found the corpse, seemingly ordinary yet imbued with an unsettling aura.As soon as Vikramaditya slung the corpse over his shoulder, the body came to life—it was Betal, ready to test the king's resolve and wisdom. Betal struck a deal: he would tell Vikramaditya a story during their journey back to the city, ending with a riddle. If the king knew the answer but chose to remain silent, his head would shatter into a thousand pieces. However, every time Vikramaditya answered correctly, Betal would return to the tree, forcing the king to begin his quest anew.The first story Betal narrated was about a noble king who had three queens. Unfortunately, none were able to bear him a child. In his quest for an heir, the king met a sage who gave him a magical fruit, promising that it would bless him with progeny. The king, however, faced a dilemma over which queen deserved the fruit, leading to a cascade of events fueled by jealousy and deceit.As the tale ended, Betal posed his question: "Which queen deserves the magical fruit, and why?" The moral and ethical layers of the question were profound. King Vikramaditya, with his sharp intellect and keen sense of justice, decoded the motives of the queens and solved the riddle, explaining his reasoning in meticulous detail.True to his word, as soon as Vikramaditya spoke, Betal vanished back to the tree, leaving the king in the middle of the dark, whispering forest. Undeterred, Vikramaditya returned to fetch Betal, his resolve unbroken.This cyclical challenge of storytelling and riddle-solving continued, with each story more intriguing and complex than the last, testing the king's wisdom, ethics, and perseverance.
By Dalwant Bahadur Singh3 years ago in Fiction
Project Genesis
Josh's heart pounded as he held the photograph—a picture of himself dressed in an astronaut jumpsuit, standing beside his Aunt at NASA. His mind reeled. He hadn’t set foot in NASA since his Aunt's passing years ago. How was this even possible? His thoughts swirled with confusion and a torrent of questions.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Storm Chaser
In the calm expanse of Indiana's sky, the hint of a thunderstorm promised a break from the monotony of a quiet meteorology student's life. It was a stark contrast to the violent storms that define Tornado Alley or the blizzards that occasionally sweep in from Chicago. Our state mostly saw pea-sized hail, with any severe weather usually passing us by. Even our storm-chasing courses, led by the dynamic Professor Jansen, felt like adventures in waiting.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
You can't catch me
The snow draped my car like a thick layer of frosting on a cake, reminding me of my father's playful words as he frosted my mother's homemade cakes. A pristine blanket covered the quaint brick cottage and its fading garden, signaling winter's final embrace before spring's arrival. The world appeared as if it were dressing up for a grand photo shoot—crisp, fresh, and brimming with promise, much like the blank pages of a new chapter.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
The Decent Camera
David had always dreamed of owning a high-quality camera. The kind that could capture the beauty of places like Inverness, where he was headed for a holiday with his family. They flew from London Heathrow to Inverness, and throughout the journey, David’s excitement was palpable. He kept reminding his parents about his wish for a decent camera. Little did he know, they had already purchased one for him at the airport.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
Dairy Cows
I stood on the platform, the morning chill nipping at my fingers. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Ant, the guy I was supposed to meet. We'd be driving together to Nutton Farm for a story. Though I'd never properly met him, Ant was known for filming feature pieces rather than being in the newsroom. When I pitched the farm story, the bosses decided to bring him on board for the video while I handled the article. They also mentioned a photographer would be joining us. I felt a sense of accomplishment; as an intern, it was pretty cool to be working on a story that warranted such a team.
By Arshad Mecci3 years ago in Fiction
