Historical
On the Wings of Birds
BEFORE I believe it is all her fault, my ambitious, grandmother’s fault. With some regret, I blame her. I remember the first time I saw her. Still youthful; and still beautiful. And frivolous, flippant, and flirtatious. Even as a small child I thought so; yet I wanted her to be proud of me none-the-less – and although the life she had planned for me was extremely different to what I had dreamed of at the time, she made me believe I was just like her, courageous and confident, rather than the quiet, shy girl I really was. She made the quiet, gentle ways of my sweet mother seem somehow weak and feeble. She had an infectious laugh and exciting way about her that contagiously swept everyone away with her enthusiasm until too late, we’re all doing what she wants, living the life she has in mind for us – even my conquering father, my sweet mother, and my lovely sisters – such power, such control – even with the great sea between us - yet – if we all had a second chance at it, we’d all do it exactly the same, all over again – simply because – she was right…………..(mused Whiu Hinehoe A’Tane - called Hinewai)
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY3 years ago in Fiction
Heist Gone Awry
Rain poured down relentlessly as they crept through the labyrinthine museum halls. Sarah, the skilled lock-picker, deftly maneuvered her tools while Marcus, the acrobat, crawled along the ceiling, his lithe form almost melding with the shadows. Julian, the hacker, tapped into the security system with focused intensity. They were a perfect team, bound by trust and the promise of unimaginable riches.
By kennedy kubai3 years ago in Fiction
"The Little Old Print Shop"
In the early 1900s lived a humble old man, a printer named Nikolai. The townspeople occasionally came to him, requesting things like circulars, cards, and wedding invitations. Old Nikolai was proud because of the fact he owned one of the first printing shops in the city of Saint Petersburg, which was founded by Peter the Great. Nikolai wasn't rich by any means, yet he was still delighted because he had a deep passion for printing verses from the Bible. However, printing religious material was considered a crime during the Bolshevik Revolutionary War. Despite the dangers he might endure, the printer continued to publish the verses and stories he had grown to love the most. Soon enough, he was caught and jailed, and little old Nikolai's fate was sealed for the crimes committed against the State. He was later condemned and sent to the gallows, executed for printing about God's love. But his spirit lived on in that old printing shop, even years after it was closed down. Before going to the gallows, the old printer prayed for his city, people, and land. "I don't pray for myself, Saint Peter. I hope our Lord lets you hear my plea. I pray that freedom will one day return to this wondrous beautiful land and that one day this old magestic city bears your name once again." During those years of strict regime rule, the city was renamed Leningrad to honor the wit and father of the revolutionary age calling for hate and for war. But many men and women of goodwill grew intense with each passing day and still remember the old printer's prayer. And in 1991, the town was renamed Saint Petersburg after the fall of that ruthless regime. The old print shop is gone, closed down, kaputt now many years have passed. But the spirit of that little old printer who dared to print the stories of truth, love, and freedom lived on, and his prayer for liberty came true. And some still alive in that old part of town where that little old print shop once stood, say on a clear, quiet night; if you really try hard, you can still hear him printing away the stories that a little boy once heard, an old hero that almost nobody knew named Nikolai published one day.
By Rudolph Danny Leiva 3 years ago in Fiction
Cherry Blossom
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a great and noble king named Aiden. He was beloved by his people for his fairness and compassion. One day, while taking a walk in the royal gardens, he came across a beautiful cherry blossom tree.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Fiction
beyond the stars
The year was 2156, and humanity had made significant strides in space exploration. The most ambitious mission yet was about to take place, as a team of explorers prepared to set off on a journey to a distant galaxy. The team consisted of five members, each with their own unique set of skills and expertise.
By Zakaria Rachdi3 years ago in Fiction
"The Luminary's Hymn: A Village Transformed by Faith and Gratitude". Content Warning.
The village became known far and wide for its unity and faith, drawing visitors from neighboring towns and villages. People were drawn to the serene atmosphere and the sense of peace that permeated the village. The villagers themselves grew closer, supporting one another in times of need and celebrating each other's joys.
By fadlullahi3 years ago in Fiction
