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The Girl Who Offered Her Heart
Kampala. Even the name whispers of gentle hills and the warmth of the South Asian sun. Kampala wasn't merely a collection of dwellings, it breathed in the cradle of emerald hills, a secret held close by the ancient land. Sunlight, thick as honey, dripped through the canopy of the surrounding forests, painting dappled patterns on the winding paths that led to its heart.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Story of The Little Good Boy
The Unconventional goodness of the Jacob Blivens Once there was a good little boy by the name of Jacob Blivens. He always obeyed his parents, no matter how absurd and unreasonable their demands were; and he always learned his book, and never was late at Sabbath-school. He would not play hookey, even when his sober judgment told him it was the most profitable thing he could do. None of the other boys could ever make that boy out, he acted so strangely. He wouldn't lie, no matter how convenient it was. He just said it was wrong to lie, and that was sufficient for him. And he was so honest that he was simply ridiculous. The curious ways that Jacob had surpassed everything. He wouldn't play marble son Sunday, he wouldn't rob birds' nests, he wouldn't give hot pennies to organ-grinders ‘monkeys; he didn't seem to take any interest in any kind of rational amusement. So the other boys used to try to reason it out and come to an understanding of him, but they couldn't arrive at any satisfactory conclusion. As I said be-fore, they, could only figure out a sort of vague idea that he was“afflicted,”and so they took him under their protection, and never allowed any harm to come to him.
By Sarwar Zeb2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Sandwich Heist: How Bob and Tina Ruined Lunch and Saved the Day
Bob Jenkins took his lunch seriously. He wasn’t known for his punctuality, or his work ethic (honestly, not even for his hygiene), but when it came to his 12:30 sandwich, Bob was an artist.
By Tanveer Habib2 years ago in Fiction
The battel of strength. AI-Generated.
In a world increasingly defined by technology, power had become something many measured by metrics and data—followers, likes, trends, influence. But there were those who still believed that power had a deeper, more visceral root, something beyond the digital or social landscape that could be quantified. It was in the hands of those who had lived through struggle, hardship, and sweat. It was in the calluses on their hands, the grit in their eyes, and the fire in their hearts.
By Jawad Ahmad 2 years ago in Fiction
Life at the Cost of Drinking a Cup of Time: The Simulated Dream
Part Four: Next Experiment: Time Trap The next experiment lasts two hours and is considered the final stage before the main experiment. However, things don’t go as expected in this trial. Alex suddenly falls into a time loop and is sent back to his childhood. Professor Darcy, noticing the changes with concern, says to his team in a voice filled with anxiety: "He’s trapped at a point far from his past, in a trap of his childhood trauma." He instructs his team: "Adjust the signals so that specific memories are triggered for him, and prevent his mind from deciding where it wants to go. We must ensure this doesn’t get out of our control." Despite the team’s efforts to prevent Alex from returning to his childhood, Alex unintentionally goes back to age five, sitting in his room, drawing. But suddenly, his stepmother, Monica, enters the room and harshly says, "Why haven’t you cleaned your room?" Alex, shocked by the harshness and crying, leaves his drawing unfinished to obey Monica. As he cleans his room, his focus seems scattered due to his distress and anxiety. After tidying up, he returns to complete his drawing. The drawing depicts a strange, unknown place—an unfamiliar location that he’s never seen before. The drawing seems like it’s from a future time, but not a future he recognizes. As night falls, Alex, tearfully, shows his drawing to his father. However, his father, with a saddened and upset expression, tells him, "You need to listen to Monica, Alex." This statement deeply affects Alex, and he goes to bed, crying himself to sleep. Meanwhile, Professor Darcy and his team are doing everything they can to pull Alex out of this state. They try to modify the signals to wake him up and bring him out of this nightmarish state. But when Alex finally wakes up, his cries echo in the air, and he shouts that, in the last moment, he heard Sarah screaming. Professor Darcy, with concern, tells his team: "This is getting out of control. This situation is far more complicated than we thought." That night, Rosalyn, who is reviewing the recorded tape of the experiment, tells Alex that, at the beginning of the tape, she heard a childish voice from Alex asking for help. The voice came from a time full of emotions, pain, and trauma. But when they listened to the tape again, there was no new voice. This occurrence deeply worries Rosalind, raising the question of what might happen to Alex in the future and whether these signals are affecting Alex's mind in an unpredictable way. This experiment and its complexities have trapped Alex in an unknown world from his past. The question arises whether he will be able to break free from this time trap and his childhood trauma, or if this is just the beginning of the nightmares that will emerge for him in the future. And most importantly, will Alex change the past, or will the past change him?
By Vafa Abbasi2 years ago in Fiction
A Silent Language
The first time Lena saw him, he was sitting alone on the park bench with a sketchpad in his lap. She passed by that bench every afternoon on her walk home, but that day something slowed her steps. Maybe it was the way the sun hit his dark curls, or how still he sat, like the world around him didn’t touch him at all.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
Where the Music Stopped, We Started
The sun hit the cobblestones just right that afternoon, spilling gold over the street like something sacred. Shops buzzed, dogs barked, children weaved between legs and tables, and above it all, music floated—bright, bold, and utterly unexpected.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter She Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The rain was light but steady, soaking into cobblestones that had seen centuries pass. It was the kind of rain that blurred the edges of everything—buildings, thoughts, memories. Elena walked slowly through the narrow streets of the old quarter, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her gray wool coat. A scarf with fading floral prints hugged her neck, and her red hair, damp at the edges, clung to her skin.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
Best Gemologists in Kerala
Kerala has a rich history of gemology, with numerous experts offering gemstone identification, grading, and consultation services. Whether for astrological benefits, investment, or personal adornment, choosing a certified gemologist ensures authenticity and quality. Here are some of the best gemologists in Kerala known for their expertise and credibility.
By navagrahaonline2 years ago in Fiction
