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Transforming Failure into Your Best Comeback
Transforming Failure into Your Best Comeback Failure. It is a word that is heavy, disappointing and often painful. But what if I told you failure isn't fatal? What if it's the start of something bigger?
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Drum Exposed the Truth
The Drum Exposed the Truth A long time ago, in a small kingdom deep within the forests of Nigeria, there ruled a peaceful king named Ephraim. Unlike other rulers, he disliked war and believed in winning over his enemies with kindness. He possessed a magical drum that, when played, would summon an abundance of delicious food. Whenever an enemy kingdom attacked, King Ephraim would invite them to a grand feast, serving them and their armies with utmost respect. The guests, overwhelmed by his hospitality, would abandon their hostility and become his allies. This unique strategy kept peace among all the neighboring kingdoms.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
Stay Busy, Stay Positive
Rest when you are happy. But... when you are sad, be very busy. If you rest when you are sad, you can cultivate sadness and reap a big harvest of sadness.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Chance Encounter
Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter The village of Eldenbrook was a land woven with wildflowers and open skies, where time moved slower than the rushing river that coursed through its heart. People knew each other well, and secrets were rarely kept. In this picturesque village lived Lila, a young woman with a heart as wild as the flowers that grew around her. With her long chestnut hair cascading down her back and eyes the color of the summer sky, she was a familiar sight, often found wandering the meadows or helping her grandmother, a respected herbalist, in their quaint cottage that sat at the edge of town.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Fiction
Assassins Creed Full game story
Assassins Creed IV: Black Flag is broadly appeared as one of the high-quality games in the Assassins Creed franchise. launched in 2013 by using Ubisoft, this action-packed open-world journey takes gamers on an unforgettable journey through the Golden Age of Piracy. With its stunning open-world exploration, gripping storyline, and severe naval struggle, Black Flag continues to captivate gamers even years after its release.
By Raymarts2 years ago in Fiction
The Wells of Our Past
When we got water from wells.......... Today, water is piped to our homes, but in the past we had wells to get water. Living on a small hilltop, we had to go down about two hundred meters to get water. There were several wells near the paddy fields on several sides.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Simon Thomson's Most Unusual Tuesday
The Bananas, the Beets, and the Most Peculiar Day at Mr. McTavish's Grocery Emporium It started on a Tuesday, and like most Tuesdays, it was no different than any Tuesday before. The sun shone kindly from behind a veil of lazy clouds, and Simon Thompson was where he so often was the gray, characterless aisles of Mr. McTavish's Grocery Emporium.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Lilence
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By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
New Year in Chamary
New Year in Chamary… I think people experience New Year differently at different times… I remember that from my childhood until I was about twenty, New Year was a time of special joy for me… I started to wear my new clothes from around February… I would wear new clothes that I only get once a year and go to my relatives' houses… I would eat sweets… I would be very excited… Today's children are less excited about New Year than we are….
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Old Memories of Chamary
Old memories When the five years of Mahiyangana ended, only me, Disa and Namalu were left in the chamari...By 2009-10, instead of boys coming to be chamari, more girls came from the south...Mr. Sumith and Mr. Dias retired...
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Symphony
In the heart of the city stood a grand opera house, its history as old as the city itself. The building, with its towering marble columns and gilded accents, was known for its opulent performances and world-class music. But there was one performance that no one had ever seen—the Silent Symphony. The Silent Symphony was rumored to be a musical composition so powerful that it could alter the course of time. It was said that the composer, a mysterious figure named Adrienne Blackwood, wrote the symphony decades ago but had vanished without a trace before it could ever be performed. The manuscript was lost to time, and for years, the opera house was left with the legend of the Silent Symphony and no way to bring it to life. But then, one cold winter evening, a young composer named Isaac Wilder found an old, dust-covered sheet of music in the opera house's attic. It was the Symphony. Adrienne’s masterpiece, the one everyone thought was a myth, was real. He was determined to perform it—no matter the cost. The Composition’s Curse As Isaac sat in the dimly lit attic, he carefully unfolded the fragile pages. The notes were strange, unlike anything he had ever seen before. They seemed to defy logic, twisting and turning in patterns that made no sense at first glance. But something about the music resonated with him. It was as if the composition was calling out to him, beckoning him to unlock its secrets. Isaac spent months studying the Silent Symphony, deciphering its complexities, and assembling an orchestra. The musicians, skeptical at first, were soon caught up in the allure of the unknown. It was said that whoever played the Symphony would be forever changed—and perhaps, even transported to a different time. The night of the performance arrived. The opera house was packed, the audience buzzing with anticipation. Isaac stood before the orchestra, his hands trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear. He had rehearsed every note, every measure, but deep down, he knew this was something beyond music. This was more than a performance—it was a portal, a gateway to something far greater. The Performance As Isaac raised his baton, the orchestra began to play. The first few notes echoed through the grand hall, their beauty beyond words. The audience sat in stunned silence, entranced by the haunting melody that filled the air. It was as if time itself had slowed. Each note felt like it was part of something eternal, something beyond the limits of human understanding. But as the symphony continued, something strange began to happen. The sound grew louder, more intense, until it felt as though the very walls of the opera house were vibrating with the music. The audience was no longer just listening—they were experiencing the Symphony in a way that was impossible to describe. Their surroundings seemed to blur, and the lines between the present and the past began to fade. Isaac, lost in the music, felt himself being pulled into the composition. The notes wrapped around him like a cocoon, lifting him off the ground. It was as if the Symphony had unlocked a hidden dimension, one where time was fluid and malleable. He saw flashes of moments from the past—glimpses of Adrienne Blackwood composing the Symphony in a dark, candle-lit room. The Final Note As the last note rang out, everything stopped. The hall fell into complete silence. The audience was still, their faces blank, as though they had been caught in a trance. Isaac lowered his baton, his heart racing. He had done it. The Silent Symphony had been brought to life—but at what cost? The orchestra was frozen, their eyes wide with confusion, as if they had experienced something they couldn’t comprehend. And then, in the stillness, Isaac realized that the Symphony had done exactly what it was meant to do: it had transported him, and everyone in the hall, to another place—a place where time no longer followed the rules. The Silent Symphony had unlocked the past, but now, no one knew if they would ever return. ---
By SHAKIB2 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten
In the small town of Everwood, there was a garden that no one spoke about. It sat behind the old, crumbling estate of the Galloway family, overgrown with vines and thick hedges. The mansion had been abandoned for decades, but the garden remained a mystery. Its gates, rusted and barely hanging on their hinges, were a symbol of something lost—a secret kept hidden for years. No one dared to approach the garden, for the rumors surrounding it were enough to keep the townspeople away. Whispers told of strange happenings: shadows that moved on their own, flowers that bloomed at midnight, and eerie sounds that echoed through the night. For years, the garden had been left untouched, until one day, a young woman named Lily decided to explore. The Unlikely Explorer Lily had always been curious. She grew up hearing the stories about the garden, but rather than being frightened, she was drawn to it. She had recently moved to Everwood, hoping to start anew after a difficult breakup. The quiet town seemed perfect for her to heal, but the mystery of the garden lingered in her mind, pulling her like a magnet. One afternoon, with the sun dipping low in the sky, Lily stood at the entrance of the garden. The gates creaked as she pushed them open, revealing a world that seemed frozen in time. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and roses, but there was something unnatural about the stillness. It felt as if the garden had been waiting for her, just as she had been waiting for it. As she wandered deeper into the overgrown paths, Lily noticed that the plants seemed to grow in strange patterns—twisting and curling in ways that defied nature. Some flowers glowed faintly in the dimming light, casting an otherworldly aura around them. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze. The Heart of the Garden At the center of the garden stood an ancient fountain, its waters still and covered in moss. It was beautiful, yet haunting. As Lily approached, she noticed something peculiar. The water in the fountain seemed to shimmer, as if it were reflecting not the sky above, but something much deeper—a hidden world beneath the surface. Drawn to the fountain, Lily bent down to take a closer look. Her fingers brushed against the cold stone, and in that moment, the air seemed to shift. The ground beneath her feet trembled, and the water in the fountain rippled, revealing a faint image of a woman’s face. Startled, Lily stepped back, but the face in the water remained. It was a woman, with long, dark hair and eyes that seemed to be pleading for something. The face was both familiar and foreign, as if Lily had seen it before, but couldn’t place where. The Forgotten Truth Suddenly, a voice echoed in the stillness of the garden. It was soft, yet clear, and seemed to come from nowhere. “Find me.” Lily’s heart raced. She looked around, but no one was there. The voice spoke again, this time more urgently. “Find me… before it’s too late.” Without thinking, Lily reached out and touched the water. As her fingers made contact, the garden seemed to come alive. The flowers bloomed brighter, the vines twisted and moved, and the ground beneath her feet shifted. The face in the fountain stared at her with a knowing expression. Then, everything went silent. The garden was still once again, but Lily now understood. The garden held the memory of someone long lost—someone trapped in time. And it was up to her to unlock its secret before the garden, and its mystery, faded forever. ---
By SHAKIB2 years ago in Fiction