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A little warrior. Content Warning.
Eridor, once famous for its amazing beauty and fabulous prosperity, had now become cramped and dreadful. The vast blue skies, with clouds glittering like gold floating in them, were now covered with dust and smoke. The blooming colorful flowers had been replaced by dry and lifeless land. The residents of Eridor have to struggle for every breath to survive, their faces are always covered with dust and mud, and his faces reveal only lifelessness like a dry leaf. A strange sound of death is often heard by them from the “shining swords in the hands of the cruel foreign soldiers, who are always hovering around them. The residents of Eridor, victims of ignorance and mental weakness due to the cruelty of reality, have accepted their miserable conditions as their entire destiny and the immutable truth of the future. And this has become a tragedy for their existence. "They work in the gold mines all day under the shadow of swords, "At night, they are confined in small, dark rooms, which are then secured with large locks.” They get only a little grain as food." They have to cook the grain themselves, "which does not satisfy even a bit of the hunger of those thousands of slaves.” The grain that came to their share was like a drop in the infinite water of the ocean, and their condition was as if they had to make an impossible and hopeless attempt to fill the vast ocean with that drop. They give the maximum part of their food to their children so that they do not cry due to hunger and can avoid making an impossible and life-threatening attempt to satisfy their empty stomachs by picking garbage from the heaps. "Alis" was a slave who was living a difficult and inhuman life. He was born in a small country named Eridor, "which is currently under the rule of its neighboring country” "Alis," who has now become eligible to work in the gold mines, and according to the rules, was forced to work in the gold mines like the rest of the slaves. He enters the gold mine on his first day. He gets advice from an old man standing at the entrance of the mine: "Keep away from the eyes of these cruel soldiers, little warrior! The old man greeted Alis by calling him "little warrior". Alis smiled a little and moved on. Alis had no experience of working in a mine; all he saw people around him sweating and working hard, which was of no value. All the gold that came out of there would be taken to their country by these soldiers. If a slave tried to steal even a little gold, he would be flogged so mercilessly that a large part of his skin would be peeled off by the leather ropes of the cods. "Once a man tried to steal a small piece of gold to amuse his little child" but a soldier saw him doing so, later after peeling off the skin of that man, he was hung upside down from a pole in the scorching sun in front of everyone. "And he hung in this position for some days" until the smell of his dead body started spreading around. "They did this so that fear would be created in the minds of all the other slaves as well. "so that they could hear the trembling beats of their hearts before any rebellion.” "Alis" was roaming around in the mine, avoiding the eyes of the soldiers, when a soldier said to him, "Stop roaming around here and there, little slave," and get to work! "I am not your slave" I am not anyone's slave! I will not work here devil" shouted Alis” For those soldiers, "these words of this small child were like the roar of the huge and terrible waves of Tsunami; the soldiers were surprised and frightened to see this small but passionate spark of rebellion. They had never imagined that "in the lives of these slaves, full of darkness and terrible suffering, the desire to get freedom and the power to rebel would ever grow." It was impossible for them to even imagine that the desire to get freedom from slavery and the resolve to rebel would emerge in the mind of a child. "After this, Alis was beaten badly, he was beaten till streams of blood started flowing from his back. Some pieces of flesh were torn off from his back and were scattered around him. And he lay there in an unconscious state for some time "When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his stomach in a dim and dimly lit room. There was still no movement in his condition, "Only the dim light of the torches and the sounds of their flames could be heard.” The silence surrounding the soft voices had plunged the room into a strange gloom. His mother's sobs and her withered face made the silence of the room even heavier as if time had stopped at that moment. When his eyes opened fully, he tried to get up by slowly moving his body. "But a wave of pain pulled him back on the same bed of straw. His mother immediately held his hand, the slight trembling of her fingers was telling "how nervous she was. “Today, the cries of hungry children had become silent; the sound of insects buzzing all night had completely stopped today. “Every sound seemed to have disappeared” A deep shadow of silence fell over every person and every object present there. As if everything together kept alive the painful reality of that moment. “The yellow light produced by burning torches seemed to be trying to erase the fear and darkness in the hearts of those slaves. But even its yellowness did not reduce the sadness and fear of that atmosphere. “Then his mother placed a loving touch on his forehead, her warmth giving a little consolation. There was a mixture of fear and courage in her eyes, which shows that she was with her son in every situation, no matter what. “In the midst of all this, his mother's presence was the only thing” that was giving him patience and strength in this difficult time filled with terrible pain. There was no equipment or medicine to treat him other than covering his back with a dirty cloth. “Because slaves can only be given pain and suffering.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
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In the picturesque village of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling green hills and a sparkling river, lived a young girl named Ellie. Known for her bright smile and adventurous spirit, Ellie was beloved by all. She spent her days exploring the village’s meadows, forests, and hidden nooks, always on the lookout for new wonders. One crisp, sunlit morning, while wandering through the meadow behind her house, Ellie stumbled upon an old, overgrown path she had never noticed before. Curious and intrigued, she decided to follow it. The path was framed by wildflowers that whispered in the breeze, leading her deeper into the woods. After a short walk, she arrived at a gate entwined with ivy and adorned with ancient symbols. Ellie gently pushed open the gate, which creaked softly, and stepped into a realm that seemed to exist outside of time. Before her lay a magical garden, a place of such breathtaking beauty it felt almost dreamlike. Vibrant flowers of every conceivable color swayed in perfect harmony, their petals glistening as if dusted with stardust. Butterflies with iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, creating a kaleidoscope of movement in the sunlight. In the heart of the garden stood a grand, ancient tree with golden leaves that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow. Beneath its sprawling branches was a silver fountain, its water sparkling like liquid diamonds. Ellie approached the fountain, mesmerized by its beauty, and noticed an inscription engraved on its base: “To find true joy, embrace the magic within.” As she peered into the clear, sparkling water, a gentle, melodious voice filled the air. “Welcome, Ellie. I am the guardian of this garden. Your pure heart has guided you here.” Ellie looked around, surprised but intrigued. “Who are you?” she asked softly. “I am the guardian of the Magic Garden,” the voice responded. “This garden reveals itself to those who seek joy and wonder. Each visitor is granted a gift that reflects their innermost desires.” With a mixture of excitement and curiosity, Ellie asked, “What kind of gift will I receive?” The guardian’s voice was warm and comforting. “Close your eyes and make a wish. The gift you receive will help you share happiness with the world outside this garden.” Ellie closed her eyes and thought about her deepest wish. She wanted to find a way to spread joy and happiness to everyone she met. When she opened her eyes, she found a small, ornate golden key resting in her palm. “This key,” the guardian explained, “unlocks a special box hidden within the garden. Inside the box is something that will help you fulfill your wish.” Ellie’s heart raced with excitement as she followed the guardian’s directions to a secluded part of the garden. There, beneath a cluster of blooming roses, she discovered a beautifully carved wooden box. With trembling hands, she inserted the golden key into the lock and turned it. The lid creaked open to reveal a collection of small, sparkling seeds nestled inside. “These enchanted seeds,” the guardian said, “possess the power to grow flowers that bring joy and laughter to those who see them. Plant them in your village, and their magic will spread happiness far and wide.” With the seeds safely tucked in her satchel, Ellie made her way back to Willowbrook. The journey home felt both thrilling and meaningful, knowing she carried something special that could make a difference. Once she arrived in the village, Ellie wasted no time. She chose various spots throughout Willowbrook—the village square, the edges of the forest paths, and the gardens of her friends and neighbors. Carefully planting the enchanted seeds, she tended to them with care and anticipation. Within days, the seeds began to sprout. The flowers that grew were unlike any Ellie had ever seen. They were vibrant and radiant, each bloom more spectacular than the last. Their petals seemed to dance in the breeze, and their colors were so vivid they seemed almost alive. The magic of the flowers quickly became apparent. As they bloomed, they brought an unparalleled sense of joy and wonder to the villagers. Children laughed as they ran through fields of flowers, their faces alight with happiness. Neighbors gathered in the village square, marveling at the beauty around them and enjoying the newfound sense of community. The flowers seemed to radiate a warmth that touched everyone’s hearts, creating a ripple of positivity throughout Willowbrook. Ellie watched with delight as the garden’s magic transformed her village. The once quiet streets were now filled with laughter and conversation, and the air was alive with a sense of togetherness. The flowers became a symbol of hope and happiness, reminding everyone of the simple pleasures in life and the beauty of shared moments. As the years passed, the Magic Garden’s legacy continued to flourish. The enchanted flowers grew and spread, creating a lasting impact on Willowbrook. The village became known far and wide for its vibrant blooms and the joyous atmosphere that enveloped it. Visitors came from distant lands to experience the magic and witness the beauty of the garden. Ellie’s wish had come true in ways she had never imagined. Her journey to the Magic Garden had led her to discover the profound joy of giving and sharing. The enchanted seeds had not only transformed her village but also touched her heart, teaching her that true happiness lies in the connections we make and the joy we bring to others. And so, the tale of Ellie and the Magic Garden became a cherished story in Willowbrook, a reminder of the magic that lies within each of us and the incredible power of spreading happiness. The garden’s enchantment continued to inspire generations, and Ellie’s legacy of joy and wonder lived on in the hearts of all who experienced the magic of the flowers.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Fiction
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Her only companions were her lantern and a notebook, filled with her sketches and notes. Rumors spoke of a colossal stone known as the Elder Pillar, said to be a relic from an ancient civilization that vanished mysteriously. The forest was alive with sounds. An owl hooted softly, and the rustling of leaves seemed to carry voices from the past. Zuri pressed on, guided by the directions given by the village elder, an old woman who had once claimed to have seen the Elder Pillar herself. As night fell, Zuri reached a clearing bathed in a ghostly luminescence. The Elder Pillar stood in the center, a massive stone covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shimmer under the moonlight. The carvings depicted strange creatures and celestial symbols, and in the center was a depiction of a serpent entwined around a sun. Zuri approached cautiously, her breath misting in the cool night air. As she touched the stone, a sudden vibration pulsed through her fingertips, and the carvings seemed to shift and change. Before her eyes, the scene transformed, revealing a hidden chamber within the stone. The chamber was lined with golden artifacts and scrolls. Curiosity overwhelmed her fear, and Zuri stepped into the chamber. She discovered scrolls written in an ancient script, depicting a civilization that had once thrived in Kireba. The texts spoke of a prophecy about the Serpent of Light, a mythical creature said to control the balance of nature and time. According to the prophecy, the Serpent would awaken when Kireba was on the brink of destruction. As she pored over the scrolls, a soft rustling drew her attention. Emerging from the shadows was a creature unlike anything she had ever seen—an ethereal being with the body of a leopard and wings of a hawk. The creature’s eyes glowed with a soft green light, and its presence was both majestic and intimidating. The creature spoke in a voice that echoed like the wind through the trees. “You have uncovered the truth, Zuri. But now you must face the consequences.” Zuri was taken aback. “Who are you?” she asked. “I am the Guardian of the Elder Pillar,” the creature replied. “The prophecy has been set in motion. The Serpent of Light is stirring.” Before Zuri could respond, the ground beneath her trembled, and the clearing transformed. The trees seemed to twist and stretch, and a massive serpent with scales of gold and eyes like molten lava emerged from the earth. The Serpent of Light had awakened. The serpent spoke in a voice that resonated through the very soul. “The balance of Kireba is in jeopardy. The time has come for you to decide the fate of your land.” Zuri, heart pounding, realized the gravity of the situation. The ancient texts had hinted at a choice—one that would either save Kireba or plunge it into darkness. With a deep breath, she addressed the serpent. “We need to understand what is threatening Kireba. What must we do?” The serpent’s gaze softened. “The harmony of nature has been disturbed by forces unknown. To restore balance, you must venture to the Abyssal Caverns in the southern mountains and retrieve the Heart of Kireba, a gem of immense power. Only then can the harmony be restored.” With determination in her eyes, Zuri embarked on a perilous journey to the Abyssal Caverns. The path was fraught with challenges—treacherous terrain, mystical illusions, and creatures that tested her resolve. Yet, Zuri’s bravery and intelligence guided her through each trial. Deep within the caverns, she found the Heart of Kireba, a radiant gem pulsating with a calming energy. As she held it in her hands, she felt a surge of hope and clarity. The cavern began to tremble, and the exit was blocked by a massive rockslide. With the Heart in hand, Zuri focused her thoughts, and the gem’s light expanded, clearing the path and guiding her back to the Verdant Forest. She arrived just in time to confront the serpent, who awaited her with bated breath. Placing the Heart of Kireba on the Elder Pillar, Zuri watched as its light enveloped the serpent, the forest, and the entire land. The balance was restored, and the mystical disturbances ceased. The ancient carvings on the pillar glowed brightly, and the strange creatures returned to their natural state. The Guardian of the Elder Pillar appeared beside Zuri, gratitude in its eyes. “You have done well, Zuri. Kireba is safe once more.” As dawn broke over the land, Zuri returned to Tinda, her heart full of pride and relief. The villagers celebrated her bravery, and the mysteries of Kireba were acknowledged not as threats, but as parts of a grand and intricate tapestry of life. 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By Juliusly 2 years ago in Fiction
Do you really want it, or do you just want other people to see you getting it?
“The things we can’t have often become the things we obsess about.” —Unknown It’s a truth many of us don’t like to admit: we crave what we don’t have, and sometimes, we crave things just because others have them. I’ve noticed this in my own life, especially when it comes to social media. I’ve often found myself uninstalling Instagram and TikTok for long periods of time, leaving my friends quite confused. “Why?” “That’s so weird, Cheryl. “I could never do that.” My habit is so ingrained that I even use an app to track how many days I’ve gone without logging onto these platforms. It might sound a little exaggerated, but it's my way of avoiding the endless comparisons I make when I watch the highlight reels of my friends' lives. I know that social media is mostly a curated collection of someone's best moments, yet that knowledge doesn't stop me from feeling inadequate sometimes. The shiny aspects of others' lives often stir up feelings of jealousy and dissatisfaction in my own life. But every time I step away from social media, I notice something interesting: my intense desires for certain things start to fade, and I start to appreciate what I already have. It's like a switch flips in my brain. A phrase I found during my Instagram doomscrolling sessions sums it up perfectly: "Do you really want it, or do you just want other people to see you getting it?" Ironically, the very platform that fueled my desires also provided me with the insights that helped me understand them better. For example, take the time I became obsessed with a Pauline Syme bag. This particular bag had gone viral on TikTok, and I saw a stylish girl showing it off on her Instagram story. I convinced myself I needed it. But after being off Instagram for a while, I didn’t care about the bag anymore. In fact, it started to seem totally normal to me. Another example: I usually enjoy my own company, but scrolling through Instagram stories full of couples celebrating anniversaries or going on lovely date nights made me yearn for a relationship. This craving wasn’t because I actually wanted to be with someone; it was about wanting to demonstrate that I, too, could find a romantic partner. When I wasn’t under the influence of social media, I realized my desire for these things wasn’t real. It was more about the image I wanted to present to others. I wasn’t interested in the latest fashion trends because I liked them; I wanted to post about them and make it look like I had a trendy, enviable life. This realization hit me hard: I wasn’t doing things because they made me happy, but because I wanted to impress others. The number of times I stopped doing something just because I couldn’t post it on Instagram is embarrassing. Likewise, there have been countless moments when I did something cool, only to reinstall the app to post about it and then delete it immediately after. There were also times when I would go out just to take pictures, to prove I had a social life. I’ve gone mountain biking, joined pub crawls on a party bus, and taken spontaneous trips with people I barely knew — all of which were something to post on my story. Although I don’t regret these experiences — they were fun and pushed me out of my comfort zone — I had to admit that my primary motivation was not personal fulfillment, but a desire to show them off on social media. If Instagram didn’t exist, I would likely have spent those days reading or writing. This behavior made me question my true desires. Was I truly interested in these activities, or was I just doing them for show? Now, social media isn’t all bad. It encourages me to try new things and discover products I wouldn’t have known about otherwise. But it’s a double-edged sword. It’s easy to get caught up in the need to provide something to others, to make them think you’re living an exciting, fulfilling life. But here’s the truth: the only person you need to impress is yourself. Social media should be a tool, not a master. Use it to discover, connect, find inspiration—but always ask yourself: Do I really want this, or am I just trying to provide something to others? Because at the end of the day, the things you do to impress others will not bring you lasting happiness. True contentment comes from living a life that is in line with your values and desires, not from chasing the approval of others.Start writing...
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