Fantasy

Pennies
Boston | Present Day The rugged trek was stressful and my dreary eyes saw plenty of gnarled objects, twisted shapes and spooky faces to last a lifetime. Which, for a well-maintained sock kept in good condition, was very long.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Adanne The fat girl with bad odor. AI-Generated.
There was once a small village nestled in vibrant green hills and farms. Princess Lila lived in this quaint community with her father, King Hadrian, as its benevolent ruler. Lila was known throughout the kingdom for her kind heart and generosity. From a young age however, Lila struggled with a nasty body odor that seemed to follow her no matter how much she bathed. As she grew into a young woman, the scent only intensified, pushing others to avoid her. Former friends turned away in embarrassment and suitors fled at the slightest whiff. Lila's loneliness grew until she barely left the palace. One summer day, drawn by joyful music and laughter, Lila glimpsed a village festival from her tower window. Summoning her courage, she slipped outside, hoping the festivities would lend camouflage to her odor. But a sudden breeze soon betrayed her, sending revelers scrambling in disgust. Heartbroken, Lila fled into the woods to weep in solace. That's when she encountered a kindly musician named Malik, who soothed her tears with gentle words and cheerful melodies. Unlike others, Malik seemed unfazed by Lila's condition, seeing only her kind spirit. As they talked, Lila felt truly seen for the first time. From then on, Lila and Malik's daily meetings became the highlight of her life. Through long conversations and his spirited playing, Malik brought Lila joy unlike any other. Best of all, in his company she forgot her insecurity, losing herself in exuberant dances. Over time, their friendship blossomed into deep affection. Yet just as Malik proposed, a deadly plague engulfed the region. Stricken with fever, Lila fought for her life in isolation. Miraculously she survived, but emerged transformed - her body odor vanished along with the illness. As quarantines lifted, Lila reentered society to find the people's perceptions changed. Where once were sneers, now she saw only admiration. Suitors flocked with proposals, though Lila's heart still clung to Malik. But when they reunited, had her new status driven a permanent wedge between them?hill
By Teller2 years ago in Fiction
Carrots: Superfood for Sight or Myth?
Fact Check: Today’s topic is whether carrots are really the seeds of improved vision as advertised in many popular myths or just a silly folk belief.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
L'atlantide: The Fabulous Island
The legend of Atlantis, a lost island said to have sunk beneath the ocean, has captivated the imaginations of people for centuries. This fabled island, known as L’Atlantide in French, first appeared in the works of the ancient Greek philosopher Plato. His accounts of a powerful and advanced civilization, which met a tragic end, have inspired countless stories, theories, and explorations. Despite the lack of definitive evidence, the allure of Atlantis endures, symbolizing humanity's quest for knowledge and the mysteries of our past.
By Angelina Reen2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Knight
Prologue: 1340 AoK (Age of Kings) 2000 Years before Revelations The sun was about to set and would not rise again for a whole year. In that time the grass would brown, the trees would lose their leaves, and animals would starve. Many a man and beast would die or go mad in such a time of darkness and much of the world that had been known would be lost. At the center of such a catastrophe are an old man and a giant spider standing side by side in the desert.
By Taylor Van Zant2 years ago in Fiction
Kids These Days:
**Kids These Days: Facts and Fictions about Today's Youth** In the bustling town of Rivervale, a small café stood at the corner of Elm Street and Pine Avenue. It was a charming spot called "Brewed Awakening," known for its cozy ambiance and the best coffee in town. On a sunny Saturday morning, the café was buzzing with its usual mix of patrons: young professionals tapping away on laptops, elderly couples reminiscing over steaming mugs, and a group of teenagers huddled around a corner table.
By Theophilus Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
When darkness fell, the young woman sensed a change on the breeze and a scent of floral fragrance wafted from somewhere beyond the trees. She had walked further today than she had ever done, and her feet throbbed. She wanted to rest but knew she could not yet stop. She had to be obscured by shadow before she dared to allow herself a moment of calm. She heard a thousand footsteps pound from where she had been before. The thunder of those from whom she fled beat upon the ground. Drums of fate, the beat of a dozen accusers echoed through the valley, her heart reflected the hurt that could only be caused by those she loved. A dozen accusers, but the word of only one was the torture that rent her heart, that tore her apart her soul. Should a thousand years pass before she heard that sound once more, she would not forget…could not forget…the descent of hope when her lover had declared her culpable.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Fiction
She / Rose
In a garden where beauty unfolds, Stands she, the rose, in petals of gold. Graceful and proud, she dances with light, A symphony of colors, in morning's delight.Her scent, a whisper, soft on the breeze, A tale of love, whispered to trees. Each petal a poem, each thorn a tale, Of resilience in bloom, when storms assail.She, the rose, in garden's embrace, A beacon of elegance, a portrait of grace. In dew-kissed mornings, she opens her heart, To the world's wonders, a masterpiece of art.Through seasons she flourishes, in sun's warm embrace, And even in winter, a memory of grace. For she is a symbol, of love's sweet repose, A timeless reminder, of how beauty grows.In gardens she lingers, a queen in repose, She, the rose, where poetry flows. Her essence endures, in tales yet untold, She, the rose, a story of love and bold.---
By Nancy 2 years ago in Fiction
A Girls Story
I knew a girl who saved money for marriage instead of spending her varsity life in comfort and fun. The girl was my roommate. This girl studying chemistry at Eden College used to get up every morning and walk from Green Road to Eden to save ten rupees. But if someone asked, he would say with a smile, "I was going to wrap up, so I walked." But I know that she is saving money for marriage despite starving.
By SHOZIB RAIHAN2 years ago in Fiction
The poet's voice
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, lived a poet named Elian. Elian had a gift: his voice could bring his words to life. Every poem he recited painted vivid pictures in the minds of his listeners, transporting them to worlds both near and far.
By Nancy 2 years ago in Fiction
The Pea Blossom Five peas in a shell discover their destinies... AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, there were five peas in a pod. They were all green, as was their pod, and naturally assumed the whole world must be green too. The pod grew, the peas grew, and they adapted to their situation, sitting side by side in a row. The sun shone outside, warming the pod and making it transparent and clear; the weather was mild and enjoyable during the day, and dark at night, as usual. As the peas sat there, they grew larger and began to think more deeply, feeling there must be something more they ought to do. "Are we to sit here forever?" one of them asked. "Won't we become hardened by sitting for so long? I feel there must be something beyond, I am sure of it." Weeks passed, and the peas turned yellow, as did their pod. "I believe the whole world is turning yellow," they said, and perhaps they were right. Suddenly, they felt a pull of fate as they were plucked, torn from their pod, and placed into human hands, then into a pocket of a jacket with other assorted items. "We will be opened soon," one of them said, hopeful. "I wonder who among us will travel the farthest," said the youngest of the five. "We shall soon see." "What will be, will be," said the eldest pea. The pod cracked when it burst open, and the five peas rolled into the bright sunlight. They found themselves in the hands of a child—a little boy who held them tightly, proclaiming them good peas for his pea-shooter. Immediately, one was placed in the shooter and launched. "Now I shall fly into the wide world," he said. "Catch me if you can!" And in a moment, he was gone. "I intend to fly straight to the sun, as it appears just the right fit," said the second, before being launched. "We will sleep wherever we find ourselves," said the next two. Indeed, they fell to the ground and rolled before entering a pea-sack, but they were placed inside. "We shall go further than the others," they said. "What will be, will be," the last one shouted as it was fired from the pea-shooter, flying over an old wooden board under a high window and landing in a small crevice filled with moss and soft earth. The moss closed around it, where it lay, a true captive, though unnoticed by God. In the small garret lived a poor woman who cleaned stoves and chopped wood into small pieces, performing such hard work because she was strong and diligent. Yet she remained poor, and in the garret at home lay her only daughter, who had not grown up and was extremely sensitive and weak. She lay in bed all year round, as if she could neither live nor die. "She will go to her little sister," said the woman. "I only had two children, and it wasn't easy to support both; but the good Lord helped me in my work, and took one for himself, providing for her needs. Now I would gladly keep the one I have left, but I don't think they should be separated, and my sick daughter will soon go to her sister upstairs." But the sick girl lay where she was, quietly and patiently, lying in bed all day while her mother was away at work. Spring arrived, and on one early morning the sun shone brightly through the small window, casting its rays across the floor of the room. As the mother went on her way to work, the sick girl gazed down at the lower window ledge and cried out, "Mother, what is this little green thing poking out of the window? It's moving in the wind." The mother approached the window, half opening it, and said, "Oh, there is indeed a little pea sprout with its roots anchored and beginning to bring forth green leaves. How did it manage to get into this crevice? Well, here is a small garden for you to enjoy." She moved the sick girl's bed closer to the window so she could see the budding plant, then went on her way to work. "Mother, I think I will get better," said the sick child that evening. "The sun shone so strongly and warmly today, and the little peas are growing well. I will improve too, and venture out into the warm sunshine once more." The mother said, "God bless you!" but she didn't believe it would be so. Still, she supported the little green shoot that gave her sick child such hopeful prospects in life, so the winds wouldn't break it; she tied a piece of string to the window sill and the top of the frame, so the pea tendrils could cling to it as they grew. And grow they did, day by day. "Now, there's a true blossom coming," said the old woman one morning, finally starting to encourage hope that her sick daughter might truly recover. She remembered how the child had spoken cheerfully for some time, and in the past few days had been getting up in the morning to look with bright eyes at her small pea garden with just one plant. After a week, the sick girl sat up for the first time for a full hour, feeling joyous beside the open window in the warm sunlight, while the pea plant outside flourished, sporting a pink pea flower at its peak. The young girl bent down and gently kissed the delicate leaves. It was a day of celebration for her. "The nature planted those peas, making them grow and flourish, bringing you joy and hope for me, my blessed child," said the happy mother, smiling at the flower as if it were an angel. But what happened to the other peas? Why did the pea that flew to the wide world and said, "Catch me if you can!" end up in a watercourse on the roof of a house, finishing its journey in a pigeon's crop? As for the lazy peas, the pigeon had carried them away too, so they were of some use at least. But the fourth pea, wanting to reach the sun, fell into a basin and stayed there in dirty water for days and weeks, swelling to a large size. The peas said, "I've become beautifully fat, and I expect to burst in the end. I don't think any pea could do more than that; I'm the most wonderful of all five that were in the pod." And the basin agreed. But the young girl stood at the open garret window, with bright eyes and a rosy health on her cheeks, folding her thin hands over the pea flower, thankful.
By Mody.com2 years ago in Fiction
There is no place safer than your dreams . AI-Generated.
Amelia had always been a dreamer. From the time she was a little girl, her dreams were her sanctuary, a place where reality’s harshness melted away, leaving only the soft hues of imagination and possibility. In her dreams, she was fearless, adventurous, and unstoppable. They were her refuge, especially when life seemed too overwhelming.
By Ahmed Mudasar2 years ago in Fiction