Fantasy
Journey into the Unknown
In a quiet village on the outskirts of Cairo, lived a girl named "Salma" in her sixteenth spring. Salma was known from a young age for her love of adventure and discovery, and she used to spend long hours reading travel books and fictional stories.
By Nofal farhan3 years ago in Fiction
Book Summary: “Dune” by Frank Herbert
Frank Herbert's groundbreaking science fiction book "Dune" was initially released in 1965. In the far future, when humanity has colonized the whole galaxy and is governed by noble houses akin to feudalism, "Dune" narrates the epic tale of Paul Atreides, a young aristocrat who finds himself entangled in religious prophesy, political intrigue, and ecological warfare on the desert planet Arrakis. Paul must negotiate the intricate power battles between noble houses, the mysterious indigenous people known as the Fremen, and the mysterious force known as the spice melange while he contends with his destiny as the foretold messiah figure known as the Kwisatz Haderach. Improve your story immersion with a complimentary audiobook from Audible! Click here to get started.
By Summarize Me3 years ago in Fiction
What I Bought at The Market
Once every fifty-one years, they come to the edge of our sleepy little town. Ha. "Town". Barely more than a village, really, with stone cottages lining picturesque lanes. This is where Father Time goes on holiday. He slows down, takes his boots off, idles. Stretches.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Roots of Resilience: A Tale of Survival
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a young man named Jack. Jack was a simple guy, content with his modest life and the comfort of routine. He had a job at the local bakery, where he spent his days kneading dough and filling the air with the aroma of freshly baked bread.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
The Quest for the Luminous Stone
Deep within the treacherous labyrinth of the Forgotten Caverns, where the shadows danced with malice and the stalactites whispered ancient secrets, there existed a legend of a stone that radiated with the brilliance of a thousand suns. It was said that whoever possessed the Luminous Stone would be granted unparalleled power and wisdom, but only the bravest and most worthy could hope to claim it.
By Ruhul Jadid Abdussalam3 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOMMATE
My roommate was a little annoying. He watches me when I'm not looking, and he never responds to any of my greetings. I have done many things to make him like me, or at least tolerate my presence in the room. I've cooked for the both of us, presented it on the small table in our room, and called him so we could eat together. He simply stared at me like I was stupìd for calling him to eat with me, and after glancing at my food in disgust, he turned on his bed, facing the sandy wall of our room as he went to sleep. I've cleaned the room, kitchen, toilet, and bathroom of our hostel ward alone, not bothering to call him to help in hopes that he would appreciate and accept me more. But after I was done cleaning, I went and sat on my bed, hoping to hear a thank you from him. He just came in, glanced around the sparkling room, and without saying any other word, he climbed onto his bed and went to sleep. hostel. That day, I knocked on the door of the room and waited. After hearing nothing from inside, I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Immediately, I stumbled into a halt for I saw the person I would be sharing the room with, seated quietly on the bed, facing the door. "I have been knocking, I guess you didn't hear me," I said, a small smile creasing my lips as I greeted my roommate for the first time. "My name is Jason." Instead of responding to my kind greetings, he watched me intensely with a small distaste in his mouth. His bright brown eyes surveyed me up and down, and he shook his head in disapproval. I know that most people would have problems living or being friends as I looked every bit like a miscreant. My hair was dreaded, a tattoo of a winged snake ran down my right forearm, a hoop passed through the wall of my nostrils, two small rings pierced my ears, and my jeans and shirt had holes in them. I looked more like a cultist and a thief than a student. I looked very different from my roommate as he was dressed modestly as he came from a decent home. I knew that some pious fanatics like my roommate would find it strange living with someone with my lifestyle. But I wanted to make him know that my character was very different from how I was dressed, and I spent the next few days proving this by helping in the room, cleaning the floors, and greeting my roommate, but no matter what I did, he was determined not to accept me. As days passed, though, his reserved character and lack of socializing began to bother me and make me feel uncomfortable. I know that there was nothing else I could do to have him accept me, and I know that there was only one way to solve our unspoken issue. By us separating! By me leaving the room to find another hostel room. The very next day, I went down to the Warden who was in charge of assigning us rooms. "How may I help you," the cheerful Warden asked, her fingers ready to click on the keyboards of her computer. I spent the next few minutes explaining everything to her, telling her how I made my roommate uncomfortable and how he, in turn, made me feel uncomfortable. I told her that I found his cold behaviour and snubbing annoying, and I wanted to switch rooms. "Hostel room number?" asked the Warden. "Room 103!" I answered sharply. "You're joking right?" the Warden inquired, looking into the computer. "No, I'm not." I was confused. A perplexed look shrouded the Warden's face, and then she said, "Jason, your roommate hasn't checked in yet! He is yet to arrive." My heart skipped a beat... Who is the boy in my room?
By raphwrites3 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal Seeker
In the realm of Aetheria, where magic flowed like the rivers and the very earth pulsed with energy, there existed a legend as old as time itself. It spoke of a crystal of unimaginable power, said to hold within its depths the essence of all the elements of the world.
By Ruhul Jadid Abdussalam3 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Destiny
It was the day of Ire, the god to whom everyone owed the harvest. In the short cobbled walls above the sound of the wind, gold streamers rippled and glimmered. Desert flowers bloomed on every corner. The air swept over the dunes with a sweet smell that mixed with dust and struck the nose. Villagers laid sandstone paths with green stalks of wheat in reverence of Ire’s blessing. At the edge of a corridor, by a veil of shade, mirrors hung on the walls. Ire's light lanced onto many symbols of the celestial, symbols drawn in black soil upon the red stone wall. This was the mothers' calendar.
By Friday Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In the kingdom of Veridian, where the roses bloomed with the colors of the sunset and the rivers sang with the whispers of the wind, a story of forbidden love unfolded amidst the petals and thorns. At its heart were two souls, bound together by fate and cursed by destiny.
By Ruhul Jadid Abdussalam3 years ago in Fiction
