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Power of the Lightning Bird
In the heart of a Bukhosi village, where golden grasslands stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a woman named Somila. Her life, once filled with the promise of love, had become a tapestry of suffering and persecution. Abused by her husband, she bore the weight of false accusations that labeled her a witch. Her husband, blinded by a toxic brew of resentment and his own misfortunes, refused to support their family, blaming Somila for his ailments and failures. The village, swayed by his manipulative narrative, turned against her. Accusations of witchcraft echoed through the narrow alleys as they sought to stone Somila to death. Miraculously, Somila survived the vicious assault, escaping the clutches of her tormentors. Yet, the daughter left behind, was subjected to the same abuse and condemned as the daughter of a witch, faced a fate worse than her mother's.
Gaia MokoenaPublished 3 months ago in FictionSongs of the River's Repentance: A Tale of Jengu's Grace
In the heart of a village nestled along the banks of a meandering river, the people suffered beneath the unrelenting grip of a merciless drought. Crops withered under the scorching sun, and the once vibrant community faced the specter of famine. Desperation hung thick in the air as the villagers looked to their king for answers.
Gaia MokoenaPublished 3 months ago in Fiction- Top Story - February 2024
Special Delivery
The heat register hums its sleepy tune as I stare listlessly at the snowy yard. The peace of the scene is interrupted by the crunch-crunch-crunch of the ill-prepared neighbors as they trudge arduously to their front door, arms full of supplies and children.
Merrie SandersPublished 3 months ago in Fiction Instructions to cry
Before I knew you, empty was my chest. Before I loved you,grim was my world. With immensity you gifted me with your strength.
Cecilia Maria CimminoPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Carolina's
When we were in the Carolinas, can you see all of the snow and ice? Well, no, you can't as there wasn't much. However, the roads were closed all over the place. Too slick, too much snow to go anywhere.
Denise E LindquistPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Tattooed Man
L.C. Schäfer is challenging herself and others to write a story every day in 2024. You can read about that here: I rather stupidly decided to join her.
Rachel DeemingPublished 3 months ago in FictionMake it to the Next Town
Maybe we can make it to the next town, our dad said. Our mom did not answer, her back stiff with fear. Maybe, I thought. Maybe?
ENCANTO
"Encanto" most likely alludes to the Walt Disney Animation Studios' animated musical fantasy picture. Byron Howard and Jared Bush were the film's directors, and it was released in November of 2021.
012- M.GayathriPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Misadventures Of Blankie
I was born in a world of softness, warmth, and security. For as long as I can remember, I've been known as Blankie. My life began in a cozy nursery, where I was lovingly crafted from the finest cotton and stitched with care. From the moment I came into existence, I knew my purpose was to bring comfort to my owner, a sweet little girl named Lily.
- Top Story - January 2024
Exhalation
Dying, for me, was a beautiful experience. I know that sounds crazy, blasphemous even, to describe such a tragic thing, a viscerally sad thing, in such a dissonant way. You might wonder if I was depressed. And truly, I wasn’t. In the end, despite everything, I was stupidly happy. Still, if I was being completely and truly honest, dying, the actual act of it, the process of letting go… that part. That part was bliss.
LC MinnitiPublished 3 months ago in Fiction Arguments
"Anyone can start an argument in the house, but only Mother has the power to stop it and resolve it." My name is Ishaan. After college, I immediately joined a company. My parents, especially Nanna (my father), were very happy, but I always wanted a normal life. So, I quit my job after two years and decided to start a business in my hometown so that I could stay with my parents and take care of them.
Arjun SahasyaPublished 3 months ago in FictionSnowed Over
Having been used to sitting high upon a brow, I was not used to being brought down so low. Or to be so forgotten as I was now at this point in my life. The head cherished me that I laid upon, so how could this happen to me?
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in Fiction