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Captain Alia Hassan
Since early on, Alia Hassan had forever been captivated by the skies. She went through hours watching planes zoom across the skyline, their silver wings glimmering in the daylight. Experiencing childhood in a modest community in southern India, her fantasies about turning into a pilot appeared to be far off, yet she had a fire in her heart that wouldn't be doused. The vast majority of her companions longed for becoming educators, specialists, or designers, yet Alia's eyes were constantly set on the sky.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Longing
Once upon a time in a quiet town , there lived a little girl named Aria , Aria was a curious child with bright eyes and an infectious smile, but beneath cute cheerful exterior lay a deep longing. Her mother, a skilled weaver, had passed away when she was just a baby. Aria had only a few faint memories of her, captured in the stories told by her father and the faded photographs that hung on their walls.
By Elsabright 2 years ago in Fiction
Friday's Child
Even the sweetest tempered dog will bite if you back her into a corner. Poke, nip and tease long enough. Fail to show any respect. Take advantage of her good nature, and take her loyalty for granted... and she'll show her teeth. When that happens, don't blame the dog.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Love Thy Enemy's
In the small town of Eldridge, nestled between emerald hills and flowing rivers, life carried a simplicity that most of its residents cherished. Among them lived two families, the Carters and the Jamesons, who had been embroiled in a bitter feud for generations. The origins of this conflict had long been forgotten, buried under layers of resentment and rivalry. The Carters, known for their expansive farmland and agricultural prowess, viewed the Jamesons as nothing more than thieves—always trying to steal a piece of their land or a good deal in the marketplace. Conversely, the Jamesons considered the Carters arrogant landowners, flaunting their wealth while dismissing the hardworking folk who lived alongside
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Life partner
I feel annoyed by the unwanted comments of the old man sitting next to me. I am not interested in hand waving. I'm dying of my burning. Today is the seventh day, my wife was admitted to this hospital. I have retired. I was a clerk. I married the only daughter. I have to go to the hospital or spend the day playing cards and chatting with my hands and feet.
By Bijan Lal Chakrabarty2 years ago in Fiction
To The Sky
“There’s a hurricane coming in the same day. You sure you still want to come?” “Yeah, yeah, it’ll be fine.” It wasn’t fine.
By Joshua Bull2 years ago in Fiction
Monday's Child
People often gush about how beautiful new babies are, even when they look like little goblins. Their newness, perhaps. So precious! So tiny!
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Note and The Sea
It was one of those days. In my little boat with the sea air filling my lungs. I was at peace. Wait, no. I’d been in the stuffy, suffocating office for hours. Pointless meetings about pointless stats and memos about “office supplies misuse”. Who’d be a stickler for staples and paper clips? Oh, I know. Moron Alan. Yes, Moron Alan capitalised for emphasis. The guy needs a life. But then. So do I. Since mother died after a long, soul-destroying battle with dementia, life felt heavy.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Clouds; The Boy That Flew
In a tiny village lodged in the mountains sprouted a boy named Clouds. Even as a baby he would gaze upward to the passing clouds, his eyes filled with wonder. Extending his hands and naively trying to grab the clouds, he would giggle, in his father's arms.
By YonathanJ - Writer2 years ago in Fiction
A Shift in Perspective: How Queer Representation Opened My Eyes to a Broader World
A Shift in Perspective: How Queer Representation Opened My Eyes to a Broader World Exploring the transformative power of queer representation in media and how it deepened my understanding of empathy, identity, and the shared human experience.
By Md Obydur Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Assessing the Damages
The next few hours and the day after the day after the storm were mostly spent making calls, watching the news, and trying to support each other and the community. Helen was pleased that her trailer survived the storm, but she was completely without power. Still, she was glad to go home. She made some Amish life jokes before I left her there to clean up and figure out her next move. Fig hadn't called yet and I was trying not to panic about that.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
Queen Mother
Large fangs snapped at the stale air around us, intensifying with every slap of the blue whip against its hairy hide. The dark sock moaned and growled inaudible commands at the spider, aggravating the beast until it lunged for my throat with its eight legs.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction