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...The first morning at the Seal Academy passed more quietly than expected. Students examined glowing runes etched into the walls, eyeing each other cautiously—trying to judge who would be ally and who would be rival.
By Lamia2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing House
Imagine a home, a seemingly ordinary house nestled in the quiet corners of a peaceful neighborhood. A place where families find comfort, a sense of belonging, and a promise of stability. But what if this house, after nightfall, vanishes disappearing without a trace, as though it were never there at all?
By Fahad Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Regret Story
There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for the right girl to appear. He believed there would be someone special for him, but none came. Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still hoped to re-kindle the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest.
By Zamerun Hasan2 years ago in Fiction
A Night Under the Stars
A Night Under the Stars In the quiet moments before sleep, when the world feels peaceful and still, love has a way of finding its way into your heart. For Ava and Liam, that quiet night was filled with the warmth of their shared dreams, the kind that could only be whispered in the darkness of a quiet room, where the stars above seemed to echo the promises they had made to each other.
By Arshad Ali2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Walked Beyond Why
The world had grown too loud. A man named Elias sat at the edge of his bed, his hands buried in his face. The days felt mechanical — a routine of survival masquerading as life. The city outside his window buzzed with neon distractions, people shouting over each other in conversations that meant nothing. Gossip, anger, greed, loneliness — it all swirled together like smog. And he had breathed it in for far too long.
By miraj ud din2 years ago in Fiction
The Future of AI and Its Impact on Our Lives
Artificial intelligence (AI) is among the most thrilling and swiftly evolving sectors of technology. The forthcoming developments in AI present immense opportunities to transform nearly every facet of our existence, encompassing healthcare, education, employment, and entertainment. Let’s delve into how AI will further influence our world.
By Mubarak Hossain Akash2 years ago in Fiction
The weight of what was given
Nikolai was coming back from school through the same dark alley he passed through every day, the only sound in the alley was his footsteps. He had no friends, so he walked alone from school to home. It was a very cold day; he was wearing an overcoat, which his mother had bought for him just yesterday. he had put both his hands in the pockets of the coat, yet his fingers had become numb, his lips were trembling slightly, and steam was coming out with every breath he was taken. He was walking slowly, with his neck bent, listening to the sound of his footsteps, which made him feel his presence in that silence. When he went a little further in the alley, he saw two women sitting in a corner, one was probably a girl of 10-12 years, and the other was an adult woman, her age must have been more than 35. Both of them were sitting huddled up in a corner and were shivering due to the cold. Nikolai was very surprised to see them there; he had never seen anyone in that alley to date, sometimes someone would pass by there, apart from that, the street was always deserted. He went to them, and after looking at them both for a while, he started taking one hand out of his coat, then the girl said softly... We are not beggars... We are not beggars. We are not..." Nikolai stood silent for some time, he kept looking at both of them. His eyes went straight to that woman; her face had turned pale and withered, her eyes were sunken, there were cracks on her dry and lifeless lips, and her breathing was so slow that it seemed as if life was stuck in her like a thread. Her body had shrunk in half due to the cold, and the woman's thin, trembling fingers were holding the girl's arms, but the woman was still completely calm. The woman was wearing an old coat, but it was not enough to protect her sick body from the cold. The girl was also wearing an old and dirty coat, which had holes in many places. She was clinging to the woman, who was probably her mother. Nikolai took out both his hands from the coat took off his overcoat, and put it in the woman's lap. There was also some money in the coat, which his mother had given him as pocket money, which he never spent. He left that money in his coat too. Nikolai did not wait for both of them to speak, and he walked forward carrying his same silence with him. His steps again started echoing in the silence of the alley.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Man and the Donkey
In the quiet village of Sera, nestled between sun-dappled hills and sleepy olive groves, lived an old man named Harun. He was wiry, weathered by years under the sun, and carried a stare that could unpeel the truth from any man’s lie. His companion, or rather his burden, was a shaggy donkey named Baruch—more temperamental than the winds of spring.
By AL - FAHAD2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Sermon Handicap
I. The Fateful Weekend at Twing Hall Bertie's Boredom and Bingo Little's Proposition: The story opens with Bertie Wooster enduring a typically dull weekend at Twing Hall, the country estate of his Uncle Willoughby and Aunt Caroline. Bertie is yearning for some excitement when his friend Bingo Little arrives, bursting with a peculiar proposition. The Genesis of the Handicap: Bingo explains that the local village is holding its annual fête. A key event is the competition between the vicars of two neighboring parishes – Reverend Rupert Pringle of Upper Bingley and Reverend Aubrey Upjohn of Lower Bingley–to deliver the longest sermon.Bingo's Betting Instinct: Ever the gambler (and usually unlucky one), Bingo sees an opportunity for a "bit of sport" by organizing a sweepstake, or "handicap," on the length of these sermons. He intends to assign handicaps (in minutes) to each vicar based on their past preaching tendencies.
By Sarwar Zeb2 years ago in Fiction
Cross-talk Script: "Echoes from the Underworld"
A: Hello everyone. Today, we’re going to tell you a story. You know, humans always love to talk about the afterlife, wondering whether they’ll go to heaven or fall into hell. Do you believe in that? (cold laugh)
By Kingston Zho2 years ago in Fiction
Interested Telugu Boy And Not Interested Kerala Girl - 3
It's been three weeks since you left... and honestly, a lot has changed—inside me, around me. I thought I’d forget you. I told myself, "It was just a passing moment, an attraction, nothing more." But… I was wrong. I thought about you every single day. At first, I tried not to. I dove into work. Told myself, "It’s okay, she won’t come back, move on." But deep down, I wasn’t ready to forget. Not even close. It wasn’t just attraction—it was you. But we barely spoke. We didn’t even have much of a moment. That’s what surprised me. It wasn't about time or words. It was about how I felt when I saw you, when you smiled, even from far away. I didn’t know it then, but something in me clicked. It’s like… even without a full conversation, you became a part of my thoughts. A gentle presence that I carried every day. 🌸 But you never said anything… I wanted to. So many times. But I was unsure… scared maybe. You seemed too good, too perfect in your little world. And me? I was just a guy trying to figure life out. I thought maybe I’d mess it up, or worse—maybe you’d never look at me that way. So you left? Not exactly. My friends said, "Forget her." Some even said, "Change your job. Start fresh." So I did. I switched jobs, tried to focus. But guess what? Every morning I’d wake up and still think of you. In the middle of meetings, I’d zone out wondering if you were okay, where you were, if you ever thought of me, even once. 💭 That’s sweet… but also sad. It was both. I tried to hide it, act normal. But inside, I was missing something. Someone. You. So what happened next? On March 28th… I saw you. After three weeks. At first, I didn’t even realize it was you. You walked by, and something inside me froze. When I turned and realized it was you, I felt like time stopped. I didn’t know what to do. My heart was racing. 💓 You didn’t say anything… I couldn’t. I just stared, like a fool. Waiting… hoping. But you looked away. And your friend? She whispered something to you. You smiled a little, then walked away. It crushed me. I didn’t even know why it hurt so much. Maybe because I realized how much I actually cared. You cared? More than I understood. That’s what love is, isn’t it? Sometimes we don’t see it coming. Sometimes we try to deny it. But it stays with us… quietly, like a whisper. That’s what you became to me. A beautiful, unforgettable whisper in my life. 💌 And now? Now I’m not afraid to say it. You mean more to me than I can explain in fancy words. I’m not here to pressure you. I’m just being honest. If there’s even a small part of your heart that felt something—anything—when you saw me, I’d love the chance to know you. To really know you. What if I say I’m not sure? Then I’ll wait. Not forever, but for a while. Because good things take time, and you are worth waiting for. And if you ever feel even the slightest bit of what I feel… I hope you’ll let me in. Even just a little. 🕊️ And if I don’t? Then I’ll still be grateful I met you. Because some people walk into your life and make you feel more alive in three seconds than others do in years. That was you. And whether we’re something or nothing… you’ve already left a beautiful mark on me. ❤️ You’re really something, you know that? Only because you made me feel something real. I don’t know what the future holds, but if it has you in it, even just as a friend, that’s more than enough to make it bright. 🌟 So if you’re reading this... just know that someone out there smiles every time he remembers you. And that someone is me.
By PR Sagar2 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Blood: A Warrior’s Final Reckoning
The world above had long since forgotten the deep, uncharted caverns that lay beneath. A place where light dared not tread, and where the echoes of the past whispered like ghosts among the jagged stones. It was a realm where no living soul ventured, for fear of what might emerge from the shadows. Yet, in the darkest reaches of the earth, a figure stirred.
By Abdul Wahab2 years ago in Fiction