family
My Brother Was My First Friend
There are two brothers that I have. My oldest brother, Aamir, and I shared a childhood. He used to ride his bicycle throughout the city with me. I was prepared to go, whether it was to see a buddy or go to the market. Fun fact about our relationship is, that thanks to him I mastered the art of riding a bike considerably larger than myself. It took little effort to make it move. Since the pedals were significantly lower than the feet, pushing down on one would cause the other pedal to rise. Next, press it downward. That was my cycle’s course.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Success at Failure
Often, the hardest pill to swallow, the one that sticks in your throat and causes you to nearly choke, is the one that teaches you the best lesson. That was the case for Ol' Albie, a good friend of my parents when I was growing up. He was a success at everything in life. Had a great job, was considered the best in his field, had an amazing car, beautiful wife and three exceptional kids, one of which was my best friend at the time. My father always claimed that Albie was matchless, special and whatnot. I wasn't so sure and felt he was just talking pish.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Title: Threads of Love
Small town of Willow Creek, where green hills and streams wind, is the place where mother Clara and son Daniel live. The connection of their relationship was a web of threads so strong that it seemed to defy even time. Clara, a woman who was a single mother, had devoted her life to raising Daniel, the beacon of hope in the world she was living in which most of the times was a dark place.
By Ishraq Ahmed Hashmi2 years ago in Fiction
Easter Tale
Huny and Tomas had never dyed the eggs before. It was considered such a big job that it was always given to the more senior Bunnies. But this year, Peter Rabbit assigned them the task of dyeing the eggs orange—not all the eggs, mind you, but an eighth of them.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
