Fantasy
The Myth of the Person Without Arias
People without Arias..? I think there is no such thing as a class of people in this world who do not have an aria.. I think that each of us has had at least a small arguments with someone at some point... If that is not the case, then that person cannot be a normal person... Because people say that people who are constantly thinking, feeling, and feeling are not a class of beings on earth..
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
"Beauty’s Secret"
The Beast’s Heart Chapter One: The Curse of the Heartless In the heart of the kingdom of Rosethorn, there was a great palace that stood atop a hill, towering over the small village below. The palace was known for its grand halls, its towering spires, and its beautiful gardens. But none of these splendorous features mattered when compared to the dark legend that surrounded it. The castle had been abandoned for many years, and the villagers whispered that it was cursed.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Midnight Fruit
Deep in the heart of the lush Isale jungle, where mist curled between tall trees and the emerald river whispered through the wild, there stood a very unusual tree. This tree, known by the villagers as Igbako – the Tree of Truth, was no ordinary tree.
By The Zeb Scholar about a year ago in Fiction
The Dork Magik
The Dork Magik The rain fell in a drizzle, the sky over New York that day was cloudy and melancholic. Emily sat by her apartment window, sipping from her coffee mug. Outside, people hurried along the streets with umbrellas over their heads, and the wet pavement glistened in the light. Emily's mood was as heavy as the weather. The monotonous office work, the city's clamor—everything combined to bring a kind of weariness to her. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Emily frowned. Who could be visiting in this rain? She opened the door and saw a peculiar man in his sixties standing there. Tall, thin, with disheveled white hair, and thick-rimmed glasses on his nose. He wore an old-fashioned suit and held a leather bag in his hand. "Excuse me," the man said in a broken voice, "may I come in for a bit? I'm getting soaked outside." Emily hesitated. A stranger, in this terrible weather... but she saw a kind of simplicity in the man's eyes. "Of course," she said, "come in." The man came inside and put down his bag. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, "my name is Elwyn Fingleton. I am a... collector." "A collector?" Emily was curious. "A collector of what?" Elwyn smiled faintly. "Of various things. But today I have come with something special—for you." Emily was surprised. "For me?" Elwyn opened his bag. From inside, he took out a small, wooden box. The box was old, with some indistinct designs carved on it. "This," Elwyn said, holding out the box to Emily, "I have come a long way to give to you as a gift." Emily took the box in her hands. The wood was smooth, and she felt a slight warmth in it. "But why? I don't even know you." "Perhaps not," Elwyn said, "but this box was waiting for you. Inside it is something that can change your life." With curiosity and a little hesitation, Emily opened the box. Inside was an old, leather-bound diary. The pages of the diary had turned yellow, and it contained some indistinct handwritten letters. "What is this?" Emily asked. "This is the secret diary of 'The Dork Magik'," Elwyn said. "Many years ago, there was a strange magician named Dork. He performed extraordinary magic with ordinary things. This diary contains his secret techniques." Emily laughed. "Magic? Are you serious?" "Absolutely," Elwyn said firmly. "But this magic is not like the usual kind. It will awaken the potential within you, guide you on a new path." Emily opened the diary and flipped through the pages. On the first page was written, "Believe in the wonder within yourself, the world will be in the palm of your hand." The following pages contained lists of strange things and the rules for their use. For example—turning luck with old buttons, dreaming with bird feathers, or increasing willpower with ordinary stones. Emily looked at Elwyn with a skeptical eye. "Do these things really work?" "If you believe," Elwyn replied. "Magic thrives on belief." Elwyn spoke with Emily for a while. He told her stories of the magician Dork, his strange life, and the mysteries he left behind. Then, suddenly, he stood up. "I must go now," Elwyn said. "Remember, 'Dork Magik' only works for those who can see its potential." Emily walked him to the door. Outside, it was still raining. Elwyn disappeared into the crowd as if he had suddenly vanished into thin air. Emily stood for a moment with the diary in her hand. Then, unable to suppress her curiosity, she opened the diary again. On one page, it was written—"Holding an old coin in your hand, look up at the sky and say your greatest wish three times. If your belief is strong, then that wish will be fulfilled." Emily took an old penny from the cupboard. Standing by the window, she looked up at the cloudy sky. A long-cherished wish stirred in her heart—to open her own small coffee shop. Away from the city's noise, in a quiet corner, where people could come and talk freely. She mentally said her wish three times. At first, she felt a little hesitant, but as she spoke, a strange kind of belief was born in her mind. In the following days, Emily was engrossed in her office work. The diary lay on the corner of her desk; she would occasionally flip through the pages but didn't pay much attention. One evening, on her way home from the office, Emily saw a "For Sale" sign hanging in front of an old coffee shop by the roadside. The shop was small, neat, and the surrounding environment was as peaceful as Emily had imagined. She stood in front of the shop with curiosity. In the dim light inside, some old-fashioned furniture could be seen. Suddenly, she remembered the old coin and the wish she had made while looking at the sky. Emily sighed. Was this just a coincidence? In the following weeks, Emily spoke with the owner of the coffee shop. Unexpectedly, the price was within her budget. Everything seemed to be happening according to her wish. Finally, Emily quit her job and bought the old coffee shop. She decorated the shop with her own hands and created the menu. She named it "The Dork Coffee Shop." On the first day of the shop's opening, Emily was a little nervous. But slowly, people started coming. Many of them liked the shop's peaceful atmosphere and Emily's warm hospitality. The coffee shop soon became a popular hangout spot in the city. One day, Emily was working behind the counter of her shop when she saw the peculiar old man, Elwyn Fingleton, at the door. "Oh, it's you!" Emily said in surprise. Elwyn smiled. "Good to see you, ma'am. Your shop seems to be doing well." "Yes," Emily said gratefully. "That diary you gave me... I think it had some magic in it." "Not magic," Elwyn said. "It was your inner belief. 'Dork Magik' is actually a way to recognize your inner potential and put it to use." Elwyn drank coffee and chatted with Emily for a while. Then he bid farewell again, disappearing into the crowd as mysteriously as before. Emily looked out the window. The rain had stopped, and the sky was clear. Sunlight shone all around. A deep peace filled her heart. She understood that Elwyn had not just given her a diary, but had taught her to believe in herself. And that was the real "Dork Magik."
By MD Mehedi Hasan fans of Alam Sir.about a year ago in Fiction
The whispering shore
**The Whispering Shore** Far beyond the reach of maps and satellites, hidden behind veils of ocean mist and shifting stars, lay a beach that few had ever seen—and even fewer remembered. It was known in legend as the Whispering Shore, a place where the tide spoke in riddles, the breeze hummed lullabies, and wishes whispered into the seafoam came true. But only if they came from the heart.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Fiction
Mena and the Cloud Cat Caper
Meet Mena: A bold, wide-eyed 10-year-old girl with an oversized yellow hoodie, sky-blue hair that changes shades with her mood, and sneakers that leave sparkles behind when she runs. Mena lives in Fluffridge, a floating village tucked among the clouds, where birds deliver the mail and bubble tea literally grows on trees.
By sadhin khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Tizzy Whistlepot and the Whizzlewhacker Wobble
Deep within the enchanted folds of Everwhim Glade, where mushrooms hum lullabies and the trees whisper secrets to each other, lived a peculiar little creature named Tizzy Whistlepot. Just over two feet tall, Tizzy was a Spriggle—a rarely seen forest-dweller with glowing freckles like stardust splattered across their cheeks and leafy green hair that rustled even without wind.
By sadhin khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Great Cheese Balloon Disaster—A Funny Fictional Adventure Story
In the sleepy village of Tumbletwig, where goats wore monocles and ducks delivered the mail, lived a wildly ambitious inventor named Fizzlewhit P. Snorkelbaum. Fizzlewhit had two passions: strange inventions and cheese, not necessarily in that order.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Fiction
