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The Thief Who Left his Mark
In the highlands where the soil was rich and the rivers ran clear, a new village had been built. The people were overjoyed, for the land was generous, their paddies golden, and their fruit trees heavy with harvest.
By Aku Kapfo2 years ago in Fiction
Two Cunning Adventures
There is no one who does not know about Raigama and Gampala. Katta and Vettapittala are two such tricksters. Due to the cunning work of two friends in a village, the villagers called them Katta and Vettapittala. Despite trying various tricks to make ends meet, they could not do much with them.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
True Love Isn't About Spark, It's About Growth
All relationships will reach a point where they feel ''boring'' after quite a few years. This is the truth nobody is telling you. The butterflies will calm, the 3 A.M. talking will become commonplace, and the thrill of novelty will wear off. Though love has not disappeared. It just means it's growing. What is the magic of love in the face of the challenges? It's about building a fire.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Glimpse into Village Life 75 Years Ago
Back then, children in villages had a playful childhood because there were no tutoring classes. This is about that childhood about seventy-five years ago.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Red Dust Mistakes
I clutched the blood-dripping green jade hairpin and watched the crimson red condense into a phoenix-tail shape at the head of the hairpin. This is the seventh time I have verified that when the blood of the hairpin soaks through the third fold of the skirt, the sound of horses' hooves will come from the southwest corner.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
cataclysmic robbery
I clutched the blood-dripping green jade hairpin and watched the crimson red condense into the shape of a phoenix tail at the head of the hairpin. This is the seventh verification: when the blood of the hairpin soaks through the third fold of the robe, the sound of horses' hooves will come from the southwest corner.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Umbrella
At three minutes to midnight, the vault guards in the rainstorm saw a green bamboo umbrella. The moment the umbrella bone turned, eighteen coins broke through the air and were precisely embedded in their danzhong points. When the black shadow swept over the eaves, a note floated out from the treasury of Yangzhou's richest man: “Take 8,000 taels of silver and exchange it for half a month's gruel for the starving people in three counties.”
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Clever Girl Part 1
Then, the king asked the shepherd, Who gave you these answers The shepherd honestly replied, My daughter did. The king, realizing that the girl was both beautiful and intelligent, sent his minister in disguise to test her wisdom.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
The Clever Girl
There was once a shepherd who had been working hard since childhood. As he grew older, he started herding the kings sheep. One day, the king ordered him to take the sheep to the market, sell them, bring back the money, and also return with the sheep.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Broken Heart
"A Father's Lament" That is my daughter - the sorrow of my soul that has been uprooted. I laid her in a cradle carved by my own hands,
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Why Socrates Was Killed
Why was Socrates killed? Socrates, the greatest philosopher of all time, was actually the most hated man in Athens. He was accused of cruelty and corruption of the youth.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Nature's Day in Court
Nature's Day in Court Udani, Chanchala, and Jayamali are three girls who work in the same boarding house in a garment factory. Despite all the difficulties and problems, they had a happy, brotherly bond. But today, there is no place to find that happiness. Udani is crying and Chanchala is crying and tired. Jayamali is looking back and forth between the two. Chanchala's phone rang. It was recorded as Amma. Jayamali picked it up. Chanchala immediately grabbed her hand.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction