Fantasy
Shadow's Of The Heart
Velora, a city shrouded in silence but illuminated by neon, experienced heavy rain. Zayan, a former elite agent, now runs a bookstore in peace, far removed from the life of murder and betrayal he left behind. A beautiful, wet, breathless woman walked into his store one evening. Aria was her name. She said, "I need your assistance." "They're looking for me." Zayan was against getting involved. However, he was drawn in by something in her eyes—pain, fire, or desperateness. He provided her with shelter. They moved in the shadows in the days that followed, changing places, avoiding cameras, and surviving. Their bond grew over time. They shared warmth in silence as they conversed under flickering streetlights, and in those fleeting moments, genuine love crept in. However, Aria had something to hide. Zayan could feel it. Her skepticism and trepidation in response to certain inquiries. He did not press. Perhaps because he did not desire the truth. Or perhaps he was simply sick of running from what he wanted. The night of betrayal followed. Their hideout was stormed by an elite strike team. Zayan fought ferociously and wound up in the soldier he had previously buried. Aria disappeared amid the disorder. He found her hours later behind reinforced glass in a classified government facility. She said in a low voice, "I didn't lie about anything." They entrusted me with bringing you out of hiding. However, I did not anticipate caring. Zayan remained stationary. The organization thought he had information that could break apart a powerful web, buried deep from a previous mission. The skilled and brilliant Aria was ordered to get close. to ensure his safety. Loved. She whispered, "I was supposed to betray you." "But I wasn't expecting... this," The lights stop working. Screams reverberated. The explosions continued. She had always been a mystery to Zayan. He infected the system with a virus. a safety net. He vanished into the night once more amid the facility's chaos. Weeks went by. They claimed that the explosion killed Aria. But there was no body found. A woman arrived in a remote northern village months later, wounded and with shattered memories. Elina was given to her by the locals. She had no recollection. But she dreamed of rain, books, and a man she couldn't name every night. She saw him one morning as she was walking through the market: a man in a weathered coat standing far away. They locked eyes. Her pulse sped up. He vanished before she could react, though. merely a shadow. Or perhaps, love decides to guard from afar.
By Riazul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Chinese Mythology Tales 2
Hello everyone! Starting today, I'll be sharing Chinese mythological stories with you. I'll do my best to explain any terms that might be unfamiliar, so before reading the story, it would help to understand some background about these special terms. The title of this story is:The Man Who Grew an Ear Imp
By William Nero2 years ago in Fiction
The Fault in Our Stars – John Green
Lena had never liked hospitals. The smell, the silence, the fluorescent lights. They felt like waiting rooms for sadness. But after two years of living with bone cancer, she was used to it. Or at least, good at pretending she was.
By Sadiq Muhammad2 years ago in Fiction
The Disappearance Code
Nobody was aware of Dr. Julian Cross was no more. He was brilliant, eccentric, and paranoid when he was in charge of Neurocrypt Labs, but then he just... vanished. No logs of exits. There is no security film even anything at all on the bio-tracker of his smart ring.
By MD Tarek Aziz 2 years ago in Fiction
Into the Darkness: The Strange Life of Animals in the Deep Sea
The deep sea is the last frontier on Earth. It is a vast, unexplored wilderness where sunlight never reaches, where pressures are crushing, and where temperatures are close to freezing. However, life survives in the abyss in ways that appear almost alien in spite of these extreme conditions. The deep ocean is home to some of the most bizarre and fascinating animals on the planet, including predators that glow and creatures with transparent heads.
By Rahman Jawad2 years ago in Fiction
An Easter Feast. Content Warning.
Once upon a time there was a large, bipedal bunny. I wouldn't say he was "giant", in that he couldn't knock down skyscrapers, or even houses, really. Even a small cottage would have given him trouble. He was as tall as a man, so we can safely say he was giant for a rabbit. He hatched from a large pink egg at the bottom of Susie's and Tilly's garden. It had pale spots on it, and splashy freckly bits. It was a late Spring day, the weather was fine, and their mother had arranged for some friends and family to join them for a barbeque. She had dressed the girls in cotton summer dresses (Susie in yellow, Tilly in pink), and neither girl had protested or rolled her eyes. This was partly because they weren't quite old enough for that, and partly because this is an idyllic English garden setting, and that sort of thing would be quite out of place. Mummy sent them out to play in the garden, reminding them (with undue optimism) not to get their dresses mucky. Then she went back to clattering about in the kitchen. Making a coleslaw, or slicing strawberries, or fussing that there wouldn't be enough gin. One of those things. Daddy was, of course, manning the grill, with a beer in one hand, and a sausage-prodding device in the other.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
If we believe we can't do something, then we can't do anything.
Once upon a time, a gentleman was walking past a circus and he noticed that the elephants were not kept in cages but were not chained. A small rope was being used to tie the arms. Seeing this, the man wondered how this was possible.If you tie it with a small rope, the question will come to everyone's mind, is it possible to tie such a big elephant with a small rope? Of course not!
By Md Ariful Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Pen and sword
In the afternoon, an argument was going on between Arif and Bithi. The subject of the argument was Asi and Masi, that is, the sword and the pen. Arif was saying that the sword is bigger. Bithi was saying that the pen is bigger. Arif was turning his hand in the position of holding a sword and saying, "I will cut off your head with one blow with the sword. Can you stop me with the pen?" The younger daughter Bithi cried at this behavior of her brother and said: If you insult me? You will. How can those who look down on the pen value a human being? I had overheard some of the argument between the two siblings. As soon as I entered the room, they caught me off guard. Both of them asked almost simultaneously: Is the pen greater or the sword greater, father? I did not give a verdict in either direction. I am just telling a story. I am presenting that story to you. The Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan was the emperor of Delhi at that time. The emperor had an office where soldiers were paid their wages. The man who paid the wages was called a munshi. That day, the munshi was very busy with his office work. At that time, a soldier arrived like a storm. For some reason, he was late in collecting his wages.
By Md Ariful Islam2 years ago in Fiction
