family
The Family BBQ Bonanza
Let me introduce you to the Thompson family – a lively bunch with a love for laughter, good food, and each other. There's Dad, the grill master extraordinaire who takes his BBQ skills very seriously, often sporting a comically oversized apron and a chef's hat. Mom, the heart of the family, whose warm smile and infectious laughter can brighten even the cloudiest of days. And then there are the kids – Emily and Alex, who inherited their parents' zest for life and penchant for mischief.
By azrey fazri3 years ago in Fiction
The Temple of Asana
The temple of Asana is bedded down in swathes of dark foliage. Where the broad leaves of rubber plants graze its sloping sides, licks of moisture saturate the pink stone. The breadth of the temple is slashed with these markings; rosy tiger stripes paling in the sun. We remove our gear at the temple entrance (force of habit), and melt into the cool darkness.
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Fiction
William's Things
Opal slept on her belly like a dog all summer. It was too hot to open the drapes or the shutters, so she contented herself with lying in the cool darkness beneath her bed, or in the bare porcelain bottom of the bathtub with a book fanned open in her lap and her feet kicked up over the side. There was a little square window at the foot of the tub whose glass was all wavy; when Opal looked through it, she felt as though she were seeing a distorted reflection in a ripply pond. She liked to imagine that the weird, wobbly world behind the glass wasn’t an illusion at all, and that if she were to open the little window and crawl through, that the trees and houses and street lamps would all remain bent at strange, impossible angles, and that she would become a part of this interesting world too. Alas, the window looked as though it had never been opened, and Opal went back to her book.
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Fiction
Enlightenment
In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a young girl named Elara. She was unlike any other child her age. While her peers were busy playing games and engaging in frivolous activities, Elara found solace in the depths of her mind. Her intellect was unparalleled, her curiosity insatiable.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Typewriter and the Author
Shafts of light streamed in through the wide window, warming the mahogany-stained desk and casting a spotlight on the ancient typewriter. Its black and red ribbons are brittle and crumbling, its alphanumeric keys eroded beneath decades of keystrokes. A yellowing sheet of paper remains wound around its return bar. What is written on the page has long since passed from the typewriter’s recollection. He had memorized it once, but now all he could recall were the final keystrokes as several remained jammed. The author had neglected to repair him, so here he lay, gathering rust and dust.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Raindrops of Love
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young artist named Liam. Liam was a dreamer, always finding inspiration in the beauty of nature that surrounded him. His studio, a cozy attic overlooking the town, was his sanctuary where he poured his heart and soul into his paintings.
By Samir hosny3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Unpredictable Beauty of Love's Disarray
In a charming town nestled amid picturesque landscapes of rolling hills and babbling brooks, there thrived a unique phenomenon known as "Love's Disarray." Unlike a tangible location or a concrete entity, Love's Disarray was more of a state of existence, an emotional terrain where hearts wandered along whimsical paths of serendipity and chaos.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Fiction
