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The Myth of the Person Without Arias
People without Arias..? I think there is no such thing as a class of people in this world who do not have an aria.. I think that each of us has had at least a small arguments with someone at some point... If that is not the case, then that person cannot be a normal person... Because people say that people who are constantly thinking, feeling, and feeling are not a class of beings on earth..
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper
In the coastal village of Aerin’s Reach, perched on the cliffs above a restless sea, lived a woman named Elira. She was known far and wide as the most beautiful woman in the region—not because of her honey-brown hair or the way her eyes glimmered like tide-washed glass, but because there was something about her that seemed to shimmer from within. They called her “The Lantern Keeper,” and not just because she lit the old lighthouse that guided sailors safely home.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
"Why Misfits Make the World More Beautiful"
Have you ever felt like you didn’t quite belong? Like no matter how hard you tried to fit in, you were always out of sync with the crowd? If that resonates with you, then you might be what the world calls a “misfit.” But don’t worry—this isn’t a label of failure. In fact, the secret life of misfits is often one of hidden brilliance, quiet strength, and unconventional paths to success.
By its_ishfaq_ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
Mena-Raju and the Case of the Missing Ilish
Setting: In the quiet riverside village of Shonargram, life is simple. The morning breeze carries the call of the muezzin, fishermen cast nets in the river Padma, and children run barefoot through jute fields. But peace is often short-lived when Mena and Raju, the village’s most curious duo, are around.
By sadhin khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Mr. Whiskers
Poor Mr. Whiskers… My mom said that every time I tell a story, start from “the big beginning”. I will try to do that now. Mom said that we were going to take a very big trip and I got excited and she said don’t be excited because you will have to go to the bathroom and I just put you in your favourite coat and hat with those boots (my feet hurt). I did not get that excited, but I was happy that we were taking the trip, but where was dad? Dad had to work that week and we could not take a trip with him so we should just enjoy it and maybe not tell daddy everything about what we do.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Sethan's Wild Run
Sethan, the hunter in the village, got rid of them and started farming. Not just farming. Farming done deep in the jungle. In this farming, the demand is more for the flowers than for the leaves. Many of you will understand what that is. Those who don't understand, ask the Director General of Information, go to Chatham Street.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Madré Love
Christal and Joe are in Christal’s jeep on their way to the Chinese restaurant Dragon Express to pick up a large order of wings. “Son you sure this place got good wings?” Christal asked. “Yeah mom-dukes I get em’ all the time” Joe responded. “That’s probably why yo butt gettin so big. That and all them fries you need to stop eatin’” Christal joked. “Well I told you I was goin on a diet” Joe replied. “When?” Christal asked sarcastically. “After we finish eatin’all this junk for the party today, oh yeah, and whatever leftovers we got for the rest of the week.”
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Crow Didn't Give Up
It was a hot summer afternoon in the middle of a long drought. The sun glared down from the sky like a giant ball of fire, and not a single cloud could be seen. Trees stood still with drooping leaves, the rivers had shrunk into trickles, and the animals in the forest were growing tired and thirsty.
By Tahir Mehmoodabout a year ago in Fiction
