Fantasy
Smoke
The sun-baked earth crunched under the feet of the children as they raced along the riverbanks. Weeks without rain had turned the once-flowing river into a dry, dusty expanse. The July heat pressed down on the town like a suffocating blanket, making every breath feel heavy and labored.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Match Point
Set point. The moment hung in the balance, a critical juncture that could determine the entire match. The first set slipped through my fingers; I couldn't afford to lose this one too. Across the net, Alex stood poised, eyes locked onto me. In that instant, the world around me faded, and I entered a state of Zen-like focus. Time seemed to slow as I analyzed every nuance of his stance, predicting his next move.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Stars Protector
The evening of my sister's death anniversary was painted with the melancholy hues of a vermilion sky flecked with gold. Low clouds, heavy with the weight of impending rain, rolled over the cityscape, casting a somber glow over everything. The air was crisp, carrying the sharp scent of winter pine that seemed to stab at my lungs with every breath. The pain was a tangible thing, a constant reminder of my loss, but even that was better than the numbing emptiness that threatened to consume me.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Match Point
It was set point, a pivotal moment that could tilt the balance of the match. Losing the first set wasn't ideal, and I couldn't afford to let the second one slip away. With laser-like focus, I locked eyes with Alex across the net, tuned into my Zen-mode, and watched as time seemed to slow down. Every move, every twitch of his muscles was crystal clear.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Eternity"
In the quiet town of Oakridge, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a curious young girl named Amelia. With eyes wide as the starlit sky above, she spent her days exploring the woods, searching for hidden wonders and untold secrets.
By Pragya Verma2 years ago in Fiction
The Lantern
The Arctic, with its melting ice and changing landscapes, stands as a testament to environmental change. For me, it's more than a place of research—it's a crime scene, and I am its CSI Ny-Ålesund. Trond, the coal miner turned Arctic miner, has left clues scattered across this frozen expanse, much like breadcrumbs leading to his identity. "Don't lock your doors," he had told me, a philosophy that spoke volumes about life here.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Revelations
In a cosmic twist, India's lunar mission has stumbled upon a celestial treasure: **sulfur**! Yes, that's right, the Moon is harboring this elemental gem near its South Pole. But why is sulfur such a big deal? Buckle up, space enthusiasts, because this discovery could revolutionize our lunar escapades.
By Pragya Verma2 years ago in Fiction
"Sylvan Secrets: A Journey of Magic and Friendship''
In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, where ancient trees whispered secrets and moss-covered stones held memories of ages past, there existed a grove unlike any other. This grove was not merely a collection of trees and foliage; it was a sentient being, a living entity known as Sylvan Grove.
By Fahmi HARRATH2 years ago in Fiction
Perfect Little Pirate. Top Story - April 2024.
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. Her sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Whispering Woods
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there existed a magical forest known as the Whispering Woods. It was a place where the trees spoke to each other, sharing their wisdom and secrets in a language only they could understand. The forest was home to a diverse range of creatures, from the tiniest insects to the mightiest beasts, all living in harmony and respect for one another.
By Dreamweaver2 years ago in Fiction
