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A Thousand Raindrop Stories
A Thousand Raindrop Stories In a small village nestled between rolling hills and a wide, slow-moving river, the rain was never just weather—it was an event. The villagers had long believed that each raindrop carried a story, a memory, or a piece of wisdom from the world beyond. Whenever the first drops fell, the villagers would pause, tilt their heads to the sky, and listen.
By Dinesh Maurya2 years ago in Fiction
a visit via dream
Walking into my family's trailer, I smiled as I counted all my brothers; laughing, wrestling, drinking soda and beer and just enjoying each other’s company. My nieces were all spread out in the room, watching the window as it snowed large dry flakes. With how it stuck to the ledge, they were grinning as we were getting ready to be snowed in. Despite the cold outside, inside the trailer was warm. Bobbing and weaving through all the cheerful people, I found my spot to rest.
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 years ago in Fiction
Family
The child kept fussing, but it was not hers to comfort. She just gave birth to it. She only had a few days with the baby before they took the child away to the community nursery where all infants went three days after birth. Pediatric Carers would take care of the infants until they could walk. Then they went to the toddler houses where they were cared for by “Preschool teachers” twenty-four hours a day. Children were not raised in families and no one had parents anymore, not since the revolution. By the time they were five years old, they lived in large dormitories and were taught by the Resident Teachers.
By Terri Kalloch2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Oahron (prologue)
Preface This story is based off of the starting point of a sci-fi fantasy war story I wrote some years ago. I am taking the beginning portion of an early draft of my book and splitting it into short stories (probably 3 short stories) based off of my main character Oahron in his early childhood. This is an ongoing draft and may be a bit jagged and in need of editing. Please show support for this project to help support a bigger work based on these promotional stories I will be sharing freely online.
By Netanel Lynn2 years ago in Fiction
The Present. Top Story - December 2024.
Jackie Chase is getting dressed up for the Christmas party at his sister’s house which starts in the next hour. “Boy I cannot wait to get my hand, or my fork and spoon into some of that banana pudding Rudy cooked” Jackie thought out loud. He then grabbed his phone, the charger to go with it and his car keys as he prepared to head out the door.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Connections. Content Warning.
Micaela and I had been together for what felt like a lifetime. We’d fallen in love one sun-drenched summer when we were twenty, our connection as natural as the turning of the tides. I had always been faithful to her, and I believed she was the same not out of obligation, but out of a deep, mutual respect.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Night the Moon Spoke
Ella had always been drawn to the moon. As a child, she would sit on her tiny balcony, whispering her secrets to the glowing orb in the sky, pretending it whispered back. But as she grew older, the weight of life silenced her midnight talks. Dreams faded, routines set in, and the magic she once believed in felt like a distant memory.
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction
The Counter and the Coal
Not even otherworldly reindeer who fly are undying, and Dasher and Artist and Prancer and Lady, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen were stories of Christmas mornings that had since a long time ago happen. Rudolph himself lived seventeen years: a good life expectancy for the typical hostage reindeer. In no way, shape or form a supernatural occurrence. Except if such a reindeer was among the fortunate not many to be housed in that frame of mind of a certain, southern toy shop. These reindeer would in general be more limited lived than most. Each Christmas a couple of St Nick's reindeer would miss the mark concerning the necessities expected to zoom all over the planet. This was not an incredible cumbrance to the actual mission. St Nick's brain was however sharp as his tummy seemed to be round, and he realize that the reindeer who couldn't last the excursion would be dead or near it once they arrived at Russia's nose, which seems to be that of an elephant seal. Then it would be set for The Frozen North. St Nick's sled, short a few reindeer, would fly across the Bering Ocean as leisurely as the petrels. Men on modern fishing boats would look into, point, and shout. Then they'd joke that Christmas would require an augmentation. It won't ever do. In the inside of Gold country, there carried on with a man of gigantic cash and very little riches, and individuals who realized him had named him the Counter. The Counter resided in a frail shack, where he slumped in his work area before the hearth, endlessly counting the cash he'd made off his reindeer the earlier years. 43 years, to be careful. At the point when the fire consumed low in order to make this cycle troublesome, he would get a piece of wood, throw it into the hearth, and his unending count, until he'd come to accept that the actual cash was the wellspring of his glow. Yet, until he could stand to purchase such a reality, somebody actually needed to slash the kindling. This somebody was a little fellow, an offspring of the clans who, a long time back, had been purchased with the Counter's cash. Or on the other hand rather, the dangers that would in general go with it, as certain as the obliteration that goes with a fire. The Counter enlightened him nothing regarding his legacy, other than the account of how his kin consumed the cash that had sold his actual life. They threw the rolled up bills — precisely 25 bucks — into the flares that cooked their meat. The kid got the feeling that his lord thought them fools for this. He, at the end of the day, didn't.
By Parmesh Patil2 years ago in Fiction
How to make money, River family story
This a fictional story about the River family and how they faced financial troubles and How they make money . Story The River family contains of four members, John, his wife Sarah, and their two children, Lily and Max—They lived a comfortable life in the bustling town of Brooksville.
By Nav k Aidan2 years ago in Fiction
