Adventure
Rental Room
Rental Room After Zhang Feng read the diary I wrote, the comment he left showed me he scoffed at my experiences; I knew he didn't believe it since he's an atheist. I met Zhang Feng in the first year of junior high at the experimental school, and until now, we've remained close friends. I know she's very ambitious, and many people think so. Memories take me back to the ninth grade; that kid Zhang Feng rented a second-story room at Liu Shanren Village. He said he didn't want to live in the Talent Apartments anymore. At that time, Wang Zhenjie had not yet become Zhang Feng's roommate. Coincidentally, Zhang Feng's rental place was only a little over 30 meters from my grandmother's house. We would always look for her after lunch and then go to school together. I also knew Zhang Feng's landlord, but every time I saw him, I felt a bit scared because the landlord's entire appearance was intimidating, with a sallow complexion and an expressionless face. I never saw him smile; he looked like he had been doing drugs for a long time. However, his daughter Liu Yan was very pretty, around 20 years old, with a petite figure and revealing clothes, exuding a flirtatiously charming aura. His brother, Liu Jie, is the person I miss the most. I called him Brother Jie. He was five years older than me. When I was bullied as a child, he would always teach those bullies a lesson.
By qiang wang3 years ago in Fiction
Weird fantasy stories
Mary's magic shoe Mary was a young girl who loved to play in the woods near her house. One day, as she was exploring the forest, she stumbled upon a mysterious shoe lying on the ground. It was sparkling and covered in intricate designs. Curious, Mary picked up the shoe and decided to try it on.
By marwa moon7773 years ago in Fiction
The wondrous witch of the moon
Once upon a time, in a land where the moon cast its silver glow over the forests and valleys, there lived a wondrous witch known as Selene. She resided in a quaint cottage nestled deep within the woods, where the shadows danced with the light of the moon.
By marwa moon7773 years ago in Fiction
Cayutha et Tristutha
Cayutha are creatures of the water, normally found by rivers and lakes. Travellers have oft found good fortune when meeting such creatures, and the name that these creatures are known by translates from the old tongue to mean "Helper" or "Aid". They are by nature very shy and it is rare for one to choose to manifest itself into a physical form before a stranger, but should one pique their interest or pity, they are a sure way for things to improve.
By Tomos Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
In the village, there was an old plum tree
In the village, there was an old plum tree Little Li lived in a village called Musang Village, which had a total of 20 households. Their houses were surrounded by mountains, and if not for a muddy path that led to the outside world, the place could be described as isolated. One evening after school, Little Li, Zhang Xiaohua, and Baozi, along with the half-grown child Dongping, sneaked into Old Man Li's plum orchard to steal and eat his plums. "Be careful," Little Li cautioned the others, "Old Man Li used to be a hunter, and we need to watch out for traps he may have set in the orchard." Little Li, the leader of the group with the most experience, reminded the others. "Hmm, I've picked up four sticks, everyone take one now."
By qiang wang3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Empire
In the heart of Africa, where the sun kissed the earth with a fiery embrace, lies a land steeped in mystery and adorned with the tales of ancient kingdoms. This is where our story begins, amidst the whispers of the past and the tumult of the present, as the shadows of colonization loom large over the horizon. The year was 1885, a time when the great powers of Europe converged upon the continent like vultures drawn to a carcass. They came with their ships and their guns, their flags unfurled in arrogance, proclaiming their divine right to rule over lands they barely understood. Among them was the British Empire, its insatiable hunger for expansion driving it ever deeper into the heart of Africa. In the lush greenery of the Congo Basin, a young man named Kwame watched as the world around him changed irrevocably. He had grown up amidst the towering trees and winding rivers, his spirit as wild and untamed as the land itself. But now, the distant rumble of approaching footsteps echoed through the jungle, heralding the arrival of strangers with their promises of progress and prosperity. Kwame's village had long been a bastion of resistance against foreign invaders, but as the British encroached ever closer, the elders whispered of inevitability. The white man's guns were too powerful, his armies too vast. And so, with heavy hearts and clenched fists, they prepared to face their fate. As the British expeditionary force marched into view, led by a stern-faced captain with eyes as cold as steel, Kwame felt a fire ignite within him. He knew that surrender meant slavery, that submission meant death. And so, with a courage born of desperation, he rallied his people to arms. The battle that ensued was fierce and bloody, a clash of civilizations played out amidst the swaying palms and tangled undergrowth. British bullets tore through the air like angry hornets, but Kwame and his warriors fought with a ferocity born of desperation. They knew that this was a fight for their very survival, a struggle against the chains of oppression that threatened to bind them forever. In the end, it was not the might of the British Empire that prevailed, but the indomitable spirit of a people determined to be free. As the last echoes of gunfire faded into the night, Kwame stood amidst the ruins of his village, his heart heavy with loss but his spirit unbroken. For though the British had taken much from them, they had not taken their pride. But the peace that followed was short-lived, for the British were not ones to accept defeat lightly. In the days that followed, they returned with reinforcements, their guns blazing and their flags flying high. They razed villages to the ground, enslaved those who dared to resist, and laid claim to the land with a cruelty that knew no bounds. Yet amidst the chaos and despair, a flicker of hope remained. For even in the darkest of times, there were those who refused to be cowed, who continued to fight for justice and freedom with every breath they took. Kwame was one such man, a beacon of defiance in a sea of despair. Together with a band of like-minded souls, he waged a guerrilla war against the British occupiers, striking swiftly and silently from the shadows. They sabotaged supply lines, ambushed patrols, and spread dissent among the ranks of the enemy. And with each small victory, their resolve grew stronger, their determination unshakeable. But the British were not the only ones to cast their gaze upon Africa's fertile soil. From the north came the French, with their grand ambitions and their lofty ideals. From the south came the Boers, with their guns and their greed. And from the east came the Germans, with their insatiable thirst for conquest. Caught between the jaws of empire, Africa writhed in agony, its people torn asunder by forces beyond their control. Kingdoms crumbled, cultures clashed, and the very fabric of society was rent apart. And amidst the chaos, Kwame and his comrades fought on, their struggle a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. But even heroes grow weary, and in the end, Kwame fell to a British bullet, his lifeblood staining the soil of his beloved homeland. Yet his sacrifice was not in vain, for his legacy lived on in the hearts of those who had fought alongside him, in the songs of defiance that echoed through the ages. And though the sun may have set on the age of colonization, its echoes still linger in the land, a haunting reminder of the price of freedom and the cost of empire. For Africa will always bear the scars of its past, even as it looks towards a future bathed in the light of hope and possibility.
By Mankind Essah3 years ago in Fiction
