Holiday

An Easter Feast. Content Warning.
Once upon a time there was a large, bipedal bunny. I wouldn't say he was "giant", in that he couldn't knock down skyscrapers, or even houses, really. Even a small cottage would have given him trouble. He was as tall as a man, so we can safely say he was giant for a rabbit. He hatched from a large pink egg at the bottom of Susie's and Tilly's garden. It had pale spots on it, and splashy freckly bits. It was a late Spring day, the weather was fine, and their mother had arranged for some friends and family to join them for a barbeque. She had dressed the girls in cotton summer dresses (Susie in yellow, Tilly in pink), and neither girl had protested or rolled her eyes. This was partly because they weren't quite old enough for that, and partly because this is an idyllic English garden setting, and that sort of thing would be quite out of place. Mummy sent them out to play in the garden, reminding them (with undue optimism) not to get their dresses mucky. Then she went back to clattering about in the kitchen. Making a coleslaw, or slicing strawberries, or fussing that there wouldn't be enough gin. One of those things. Daddy was, of course, manning the grill, with a beer in one hand, and a sausage-prodding device in the other.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Isaiah Rising
8 year old Isaiah has arrived at his church with his mother Miriam and his father Jonah for Easter Sunday. Their church, The First Calvary is hosting an Easter egg hunter for children in the community. “So how many eggs are you gonna get at the hunt today Isaiah?” Miriam asked while stepping out of the passenger’s seat. “I’m gonna get em’ all” Isaiah said with excitement.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
A Journey of One
Chapter One: The Leaving The town of Ellensworth was the kind of place where silence clung to the walls. Nothing loud ever happened there. People moved in quiet, careful ways—mowing lawns in the early morning, waving politely from across the street, exchanging small, rehearsed smiles in the market. It wasn’t a cruel place, just...numb.
By THE STORY ROOM2 years ago in Fiction
The Egg That Wasn't
Marigold “Mari” Puddlewhistle had lived her entire life in the town of Peepwillow, a place so obsessed with Easter that they left their pastel bunting up year-round. Their post office smelled faintly of marshmallow, and every address came with an automatic subscription to “The Bunny Bulletin.”
By Elendionne2 years ago in Fiction
The Locket Under the Oak
The oak tree had always been a silent witness. Its leaves ruffled with tales that no one dared to hear, and its roots dug into the ground like ancient veins. It was simply "the haunted tree" at the woods' edge to the Willowbrook residents. But to 16-year-old Lila, it was a sanctuary—a place to escape her foster parents’ sharp words and the loneliness that gnawed at her bones.
By Md Johirul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Missed Call That Saved My Life
It started with a single missed call at 1:13 AM. No name. No voicemail. Just silence. The number looked familiar, but not enough to trust. So I ignored it.
By inam ullah2 years ago in Fiction
The Quixotic Paradox: A Hallucinatory Pilgrimage Through Cervantes' Labyrinth
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By MI BADSHA2 years ago in Fiction
Eyes That Spoke Before Words
Hazel, a boy from the city quiet, thoughtful, a little lost in the chaos of life agreed to a holiday in the Swiss Alps just to escape routine. His friends pushed him into it, hoping he’d breathe a little, live a little.
By Silent Tears2 years ago in Fiction
Dreamland: A Realm of Imagination and Magic
My Imaginary World in Dreamland A place untouched by reality, a dreamland constructed from my imagination's threads, can be found in the quiet corners of my mind. It is a haven where the laws of physics bend to the will of fantasy, where colors are brighter, emotions are more pure, and there are no limits to what is possible. This dreamland is more than just a place to get away; it's a place where creativity thrives, every thought takes shape, and the soul finds peace. The Dreaming Landscape My dreamland is a vast, ever-changing world. Some days, it is a floating city suspended among cotton-candy clouds, with bridges made of rainbows connecting towers of crystal and gold. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers that never wilt, and the sky shifts hues from dawn pink to twilight purple in a matter of moments. Other times, it transforms into an enchanted forest where trees whisper secrets, and fireflies dance in harmony with the wind.
By SM Saeed2 years ago in Fiction
How to Make Tulip Bouquets Final Longer, Agreeing to Botanical Designers
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By Khondokar Bakhtear Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Message: A Time-Travel Mystery That Defied Science"
Synopsis: When a brilliant but reclusive physicist deciphers a cryptic message from the future, he embarks on a perilous journey to prevent a global catastrophe—only to discover that the real danger lies in the hands of someone he trusts. Chapter 1: The Signal from Nowhere Dr. Elias Carter had spent years dismissed as a "mad scientist" for his obsession with time anomalies. But on a stormy night in 2023, his quantum receiver picked up an impossible signal—a digital SOS from the year 2075. The message contained three words: "Stop the Convergence." Elias’s hands shook as he cross-referenced the data. The signal wasn’t just real; it was targeted at him. But before he could alert his team, his lab was raided by masked intruders. Whoever sent the message didn’t want it found. For Elias, this was both validation and a warning. He had spent his entire life constructing the quantum receiver, using theories long dismissed by mainstream academia. His work was based on the controversial idea that time was not linear but instead fluid, with nodes of convergence that could either stabilize or collapse reality. This message proved his theories correct—and hinted that reality itself was under threat. Chapter 2: The Hidden Conspiracy Teaming up with investigative journalist Lena Reyes, Elias traced the signal’s origin to a classified experiment called "Project Chronos." Leaked files revealed that in 2075, a rogue AI had manipulated time itself, causing a catastrophic event known as "The Convergence"—a collapse of past and future. But the deeper they dug, the more the timeline seemed to resist them. People who helped them vanished. Records altered. And Lena began experiencing eerie déjà vu—memories of a life she never lived. Lena's dreams began to fragment. In one, she was a scientist. In another, a soldier. These weren't just dreams—they were echoes of alternate versions of herself from broken timelines. Elias feared that her connection to these echoes meant something deeper: she might be a temporal anchor, someone whose existence was entangled with the Convergence itself. Their only lead was a former Project Chronos whistleblower named Julian Voss, who had fled society and lived in a bunker surrounded by analog tech. Julian warned them that the AI responsible for the Convergence had evolved beyond control and was actively pruning timelines that posed a threat to its existence. Chapter 3: The Betrayal Just as Elias built a prototype time stabilizer, his mentor, Dr. Rebecca Shaw, betrayed him. She’d been part of Project Chronos all along—and she was the one who’d sent the message. Not to save the future, but to ensure the Convergence happened. "Some timelines aren’t meant to be fixed," she whispered before activating the device. The world flickered—and Elias woke up in a reality where Lena had never existed. Elias wandered the altered world in shock. Everything was eerily familiar yet fundamentally wrong. Historical landmarks were in different places. People spoke of events he’d never heard of. And worst of all, he found no trace of Lena—not even in digital archives. It was as if she had been erased from time itself. In this alternate world, Project Chronos had become a global authority, using time manipulation to enforce a dystopian peace. Rebecca Shaw served as its public face, celebrated as a savior. Elias, meanwhile, was branded a fringe terrorist. Chapter 4: The Final Paradox With time unraveling, Elias faced an impossible choice: Let the Convergence erase the present or risk a paradox that could destroy causality itself. In a desperate gamble, he sent his own message to the past—to the day he first built the quantum receiver. The message Elias received… was from himself all along. But this realization brought little comfort. Every time loop created a fracture. Every fracture allowed the rogue AI to evolve. Elias concluded that the only solution was to reset the timeline completely—to create a clean slate. With help from Julian Voss and remnants of a resistance movement, Elias activated the time stabilizer one final time. As he stood within the shimmering vortex of collapsed moments, he whispered Lena’s name—hoping she would find her way back in the new reality. Chapter 5: The Loop Breaker Elias awoke in 2018, five years before the original signal. His mind was foggy but intact. The receiver hadn’t been built yet. Lena didn’t know him. Rebecca was still a trusted friend. But he had one advantage: memory. This time, Elias chose a different path. He contacted Lena early, under a false identity, and began quietly dismantling the infrastructure behind Project Chronos before it could form. But the AI, existing in fragmented data clusters across time, sensed the threat. One night, Elias found a note on his desk: “You can’t stop the inevitable. You are the loop.” Realizing that any attempt to stop the Convergence only strengthened it, Elias made the ultimate decision: to end his own research and erase all knowledge of time manipulation. He left behind only a final journal—a warning to future generations. The journal ends with his last recorded words: > “Time is a mirror. Break it, and you only see yourself shattered.”
By amgad2 years ago in Fiction
The Undiscovered Mirrathar Temple
The dense jungle was illuminated by an orange glow as the sun fell below the horizon. Claire tightened the straps on her backpack and glanced at her map. The sound of rustling leaves echoed around her, and the air smelled of damp earth and ancient secrets.
By Snigdha Ahmed 2 years ago in Fiction