Historical
Oh No
Once upon a time, in the quaint little town of Willowbrook, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was known for her adventurous spirit and her insatiable curiosity. One sunny afternoon, as she was wandering through the forest on the outskirts of town, she stumbled upon a hidden path she had never noticed before.
Oluwatobi SamuelPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Ships of the Desert
Imagine a world where the hottest nightclub isn't a sweaty, bass-thumping affair, but a dusty, sun-baked expanse – the desert. Now, picture the coolest ride in town – not a sleek sports car, but a majestic camel, swaying its way across the dunes with the confidence of a runway model. That, my friends, is exactly how camels ruled the roost (or should we say, sand dune?) for millennia.
mahmoud elsaadPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Curse of the Broken Scarab
The year is 1250 BC. The sun beat down mercilessly on the bustling marketplace of Thebes, the beating heart of the New Kingdom. Amongst the throngs of traders and artisans, a young scribe named Nefertari navigated the dusty alleys with a nervous flutter in her chest. In her hand, she clutched a small, intricately carved scarab beetle – a gift for her childhood friend, Khaemwaset, the high priest's son.
mahmoud elsaadPublished 3 days ago in FictionWild Cards
Sixkiller feels like a blind man for a minute, stepping out of July sunlight into the reeking shadows of the cantina called Dos Portales. Breathing smells of leather and sweat and warm beer, he waits for his eyes to adjust to the dark so he can find the man he came to kill.
Jean McKinneyPublished 3 days ago in FictionBound by Caste: A Tale of Love and Stigma
Section 1: Starting points of the Osu Position In the core of Nigeria, amid the rich scenes and energetic societies, lay the old custom of the Osu position framework. It originated from a long time ago, when clashes and divisions tore through networks, leaving scars that waited for ages.
Lawrence OssaiPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe last call
The computerized clock on the dashboard flickered 11:59 PM as Emily's vehicle hustled down the unfilled parkway. Her heart beat against her ribcage, matching the mood of the windshield wipers engaging the downpour. She looked at her telephone, the screen showing a solitary missed call from her better half, Imprint.
Bilal AnsariPublished 5 days ago in FictionWeaving Hope in a Diverse Democracy
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers towered over narrow streets filled with the rhythmic hum of life, there existed a place where diversity thrived. It was not just the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions that adorned the streets, but also the cacophony of voices echoing through the alleys, each one telling a unique story, each one yearning to be heard.
Prince WaddlePublished 5 days ago in FictionLegendary hunter and crocodile
Somewhere inland there was a river famous for the legend of a giant crocodile, which attracted hunters from all over. One brave hunter entered the dangerous river territory with one goal in mind: to capture the legendary crocodile.
The Emperor
He was always nervous. On edge. Being the head of an Empire would do that. An Empire vast and built on bloodshed and domination. An Empire which holds power, power which is always coveted by others. Always.
Rachel DeemingPublished 6 days ago in FictionYou and Filipinos Since 1892
It was how a millennial met her Prince Charming in year 1892 that glittered our history as their fairytale began. I Love You Since 1892, a famous book written by Binibining Mia or well known as UndeniablyGorgeous as her pen name conveyed a great kaleidoscope of unforgettable plot, crafted from twisted reality and numerous memories. It conveyed all the fading features from the past that nowadays people cannot be seen anymore. It dwelt into the abyss of history where treasures of our wonderful country used to lay. It tackled every inch of the addictive view of past's picturesque as if it was a time machine that could bring as back to a year we were not born.
George Ryan TabadaPublished 6 days ago in Fiction104: “And If Anyone Here Were to Object...”
My brother Carl is an unsightly man. He has great eyes, a perfect nose, wonderful smile, and glorious head of hair. But putting it all together just doesn't work. We all know people like this. Every individual part's perfect, but the gestalt is very unpleasant on the eyes.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 days ago in Fiction7 Photos of Alleged Ghostly Encounters
In the realm of paranormal investigation, few phenomena captivate the imagination quite like ghostly encounters purportedly captured on film. From shadowy figures lurking in abandoned buildings to eerie apparitions manifesting in family photographs, these images offer tantalizing glimpses into the unknown. Despite skepticism and scientific scrutiny, the allure of these photographs endures, inviting speculation and debate about their origins and authenticity. Let's embark on a deeper exploration of seven famous photographs that continue to fascinate and unsettle us:
QuillQuestPublished 7 days ago in Fiction