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Threats to Peter Haas: Petition dismissed. Content Warning.
Threats to Peter Haas: Petition dismissed The court has rejected the case against seven people, including the chairman of Chambal Union Parishad of Chittagong's Banshkhali and convenor of the union Awami League, Mujibul Haque Chowdhury, on the charge of threatening to publicly beat up US ambassador Peter Haas posted in Dhaka.
By Pravat Mandal 3 years ago in Fiction
The santa claus is coming to you
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring, not even a clown. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there. Little Timmy was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of sugarplums danced in his head.
By Salman siddique3 years ago in Fiction
Sand of a Sailor
Ruby has been a sailor in the U.S. Navy for the past two years. She is about to get on a flight home to go visit her daughter and her fiancé, who she met in the navy. She couldn’t be more excited. She was honored to have served her country and is now going to be married soon. While leaving her Naval base in Virginia she was headed to the airport to board her flight home to Hercules, California. While at the airport she crossed paths with some of her fellow sailors who were also on their way home. She ran into one of them just as she was getting ready to board her flight. “Hey Spencer!” one of her sailor friends called out. “Before you head home I just wanna tell you that you’re one heck of a sailor. I can tell the military really does run in your blood. Your parents and grandparents should be very proud of you for serving your country with honor.”
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Intrusion
“Time to get up, Mary,” Nanny had come into the room, stoked up the fire, and opened the curtains. “Oh, Nanny, can I just have five more minutes?” Mary was begging.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Wild Weedan
Along the outer edges of the Kingdom of Montebleu, in the thickest forest, live the Weedan. The Weedans are shy little critters who typically hide from intruders in their domain. They live in trees that they specially shape into cagelike structures of such intricate design. Weedans usually eat blackberries, mulberries, plums, and walnuts in the wild.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Horse Apples
From Wikipedia: Maclura pomifera, commonly known as the Osage orange (/ˈoʊseɪdʒ/ OH-sayj), is a small deciduous tree or large shrub, native to the south-central United States. It typically grows about 8 to 15 metres (30–50 ft) tall. The distinctive fruit, a multiple fruit, is roughly spherical, bumpy, 8 to 15 centimetres (3–6 in) in diameter, and turns bright yellow-green in the fall. The fruits secrete a sticky white latex when cut or damaged. Despite the name "Osage orange", it is not related to the orange. It is a member of the mulberry family, Moraceae. Due to its latex secretions and woody pulp, the fruit is typically not eaten by humans and rarely by foraging animals. Ecologists Daniel H. Janzen and Paul S. Martin proposed in 1982 that the fruit of this species might be an example of what has come to be called an evolutionary anachronism—that is, a fruit coevolved with a large animal seed dispersal partner that is now extinct. This hypothesis is controversial.Maclura pomifera has many names, including mock orange, hedge apple, hedge, horse apple, crab apple, pap, monkey ball, monkey brains and yellow-wood. The name bois d'arc (from French meaning "bow-wood") has also been corrupted into bodark and bodock.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Tears of Pain
The Pain Within The sunlight filtering through the window was far too bright. Sarah slowly opened her eyes, instantly regretting it as a sharp pain shot through her head. She let out a small groan and slowly lifted her hand to her forehead, feeling the large bump that had formed.
By Ramoon Mal3 years ago in Fiction
Leo’s Friendsgiving Gathering
Once upon a time in the lands of Whispering Pines, Leo the chipmunk was busy planning his annual Friendsgiving. As he was making his list of guest, he needed to decide who should bring what for the Friendsgiving dinner.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Fiction
When Love Leaves, Scars Remain.
In the small town of Crestwood, where the air whispered tales of timeless love, lived Emily and Michael. Their story was a canvas painted with hues of joy, laughter, and shared dreams. The townsfolk admired the couple, believing their love was unbreakable. Little did they know that fate had a different script. One autumn evening, a chilling wind swept through Crestwood, carrying whispers of change. Emily, adorned in a crimson scarf, walked through the park where she and Michael had carved their initials into the ancient oak tree. But today, the tree stood alone, as Michael was nowhere to be found. Days turned into weeks, and the absence of Michael became a heavy shadow in Emily's life. She wandered through the town, searching for him in every familiar corner. Rumors swirled, tales of a mysterious departure, leaving a trail of questions in Emily's heart. She's lost, she had no idea where he is the man she loved. As the seasons changed, so did Emily. The vibrant colors of love faded into the gray of uncertainty. She struggled to hold onto the memories, like autumn leaves slipping through her fingers. Crestwood, once a haven of shared laughter, now echoed with the lonely footsteps of a woman left behind. One day, as the winter snow blanketed Crestwood in silence, Emily stumbled upon a letter tucked away in the forgotten pages of a library book. The words, penned by Michael, revealed a truth she was unprepared to face. He had left to chase his own dreams that no longer included her, leaving behind a void that echoed in the hollows of her soul. The revelation was a bitter frost, seeping into the cracks of Emily's heart. The town watched as her vibrant spirit withered like a flower in the cold. Love, once a beacon, became a haunting melody, a reminder of promises shattered like delicate glass. In the midst of her pain, Emily discovered an old notebook filled with sketches from their happier days. Each drawing encapsulated the joy they once shared. Determined to heal, she took up her long-forgotten passion for art, using the pain as a muse to create a masterpiece of resilience. The townsfolk, witnessing Emily's metamorphosis, rallied around her like a supportive tapestry. They became the colors she needed to paint a new beginning. Together, they transformed Crestwood into a sanctuary of healing and renewal. Through her art, Emily found comfort and strength, she would not have imagine. The scars of love became strokes on her canvas, a will to her journey of self-discovery. The oak tree in the park, once a witness to their love, now bore witness to Emily's resilience, its branches reaching out like a guardian angel. Years passed, and Crestwood transformed into a haven of stories. Emily's art gallery became a light for those seeking inspiration after heartbreak. Her story, titled "When Love Leaves, Scars Remain," echoed through the town, a reminder that wounds may heal, but the scars tell a tale of survival. As Emily stood in front of the oak tree, now adorned with ribbons of hope and renewal, she realized that love, though transient, leaves an indelible mark on the canvas of our lives. Crestwood, once a town touched by the melancholy of lost love, had become a tapestry woven with threads of resilience and the enduring spirit of its people. And so on after, the seasons continued to change, but Crestwood stood as a testament to the enduring power of love, even when it leaves behind scars that tell stories of strength, growth, and the beauty that emerges from the ruins of a shattered heart.
By Rove3 years ago in Fiction
To the Ones We Once Loved
The old town hadn't changed much over the years. Its cobblestone streets still echoed with the footsteps of countless souls who had passed through. Among those countless souls were two friends who, decades ago, had been inseparable. Tom and Lucy had grown up together, sharing secrets, dreams, and countless adventures. But life has a way of pulling people apart, and they had drifted away from each other, their paths diverging like rivers flowing into different oceans. Tom stood on the corner of Elm Street, gazing at the building that had once been Lucy's childhood home. It had been years since he had been in this neighborhood, and the sight of the familiar house brought back a wave of nostalgia. He remembered the countless summer afternoons they had spent there, playing in the backyard, climbing trees, and chasing fireflies as the sun dipped below the horizon. Tom had heard that Lucy had moved back to town after many years, and he couldn't resist the urge to see her again. He had often wondered what had become of his childhood friend, the girl with the bright eyes and infectious laughter. With a deep breath, Tom pushed open the rusted gate and walked up the path to Lucy's front door. He raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles made contact with the wood, the door swung open. Standing before him was Lucy, her eyes widening in surprise. "Tom?" she whispered, as if not quite believing her eyes. He smiled, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through him. "It's me, Lucy. I heard you were back in town, and I just had to see you." Lucy's eyes filled with tears as she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I can't believe it's you. It's been so long." They spent hours catching up, sharing stories of the years that had passed, and the paths their lives had taken. Lucy had moved away for college, traveled the world, and built a successful career as a photojournalist. Tom, on the other hand, had stayed in their hometown, married, and had two children. He had become a teacher, and he loved every moment of it. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Tom and Lucy found themselves sitting on the porch steps, reminiscing about their childhood. The laughter and shared memories flowed like a river, connecting their hearts once more. "Remember the treehouse we built in your backyard?" Tom asked, a twinkle in his eye. Lucy chuckled. "How could I forget? We spent an entire summer turning it into our secret hideaway. We thought we could conquer the world from up there." Their laughter was interrupted by the distant sound of children playing. Tom and Lucy turned to see Tom's own kids running around the yard, their joyful shouts filling the air. Lucy watched them with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. Tom noticed her gaze and said, "You know, Lucy, I've always wanted my kids to experience the kind of friendship we had. It's something truly special." Lucy nodded, her eyes filled with a wistful look. "I've traveled the world, seen incredible things, and met fascinating people, but nothing quite compares to the simple joy of our childhood friendship." As the night deepened, Tom and Lucy realized how much they had missed each other and the bond they had shared. Time had brought them back together, and in that moment, it felt as though the years apart had vanished. Tom left Lucy's house that night, promising to keep in touch and hoping to see her again soon. They hugged tightly, not wanting to let go, knowing that the connection they had rekindled was something precious. Over the following months, Tom and Lucy's friendship grew stronger than ever. They met regularly, shared new memories, and even introduced their families to each other. Tom's children, inspired by the stories of their father's childhood, built a new treehouse in Lucy's backyard, and it became a symbol of the enduring bond between their families. The story of Tom and Lucy serves as a reminder that sometimes, life may lead us on different paths, but the bonds of childhood friendships can withstand the test of time. They are a testament to the enduring power of the people we once loved and still hold close to our hearts, no matter how many years have passed.
By Rove3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Lily and the Garden of Whispers
Once upon a time, in a small, quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was known far and wide for her curiosity and love for exploration. One sunny morning, as the golden rays of the sun stretched across the village, she decided to embark on an adventure that would change her life forever.
By Mohan Kumar GB3 years ago in Fiction
Leo, The Chipmunk’s Halloween Adventure
One chilly autumn day, a little chipmunk named Leo was getting ready for his annual pumpkin patch trip. Leo is a curious, adventurous chipmunk. He loves to collect acorns and meet new friends. Before heading out to Trick or Treat with friends, he would always pick a pumpkin to carve into a Jack-o’-lantern. Leo had to get a pumpkin before he could go trick or treating.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Fiction