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Yahweh’s Revenge of Death
Lazy clouds slung low, a corpulent, stubborn underbelly of the sky slowed to stop, stuck fast to the vault of Heaven. A heavy atmosphere, loaded, laced and ready for some cruel, as yet, unstated purpose, lay over the town.
By Ian Vince2 years ago in Fiction
No Eyes
They say a person cannot use eyes to create a story. That hurts, people! Folx need to know that those organs are the paramount sense, closest and dearest to our hearts and powers of reason. One cannot feel the deep melancholy of the northern aurora, or the torment of the deepest sunset. Or read a story, as Yours Truly types madly.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Zhane & Vitani Go to Camp 2
Chapter 3 New Rivals Meanwhile, Zhane, Tommy, and Michael and Jose finished unpacking their stuff. Alright the Blue Wolves are officially settled, said Michael.
By Kylecovey Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Father is a Unique character chapter 2
Chapter 2... FATHER IS A UNIQUE CHARACTER: WHO RAISING HIS MYSTERIOUS CHILD After school was over, his father came to take him home from school, and Abraham walked toward the house holding his father's finger.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Pale Man's Problem
Ahhhh, another day dawns. The warmth on my blankets. The sound of a thrush song. My back aches but all my bones do. That’s part of my nature as a pale man.
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Fiction
A random encounter
I don't know when I got mess*up , I don't know where it got worse , I don't just understand. Growing up I've always seen myself as a mere human being , one who didn't need much interaction with other humans . What do we call that ? "Introverts"
By Emem Ini2 years ago in Fiction
Early Bird
In a small, bustling village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Eliza. She was known throughout the village for her cheerful disposition and unyielding curiosity. Eliza had a unique habit—she loved waking up at the crack of dawn. The villagers affectionately called her "Early Bird."
By Kingsley Egeke2 years ago in Fiction
Father is a Unique character
Chapter 1 .... FATHER IS A UNIQUE CHARACTER: WHO RAISING HIS MYSTERIOUS CHILD Why a ren't you dead yet? When are you going to die, Dad? Do you know when you're going to die? I don't know when I will die. Will you help me find my death? As usual, his father had no answers to all these questions asked by his curious son, and this was not the first time that Abraham had asked his father, or any living creature, such strange and (to the ordinary and fearful man) grotesque questions. If there had been someone else in the place of the father of that curious child, he would have made every effort to undermine those thoughts of the child growing up in the shadow of his powerful brain. But his father wasn't. They understood his feelings, valued his ideas, though his imaginations were not like the naughty fantasies of a child, but he was an extraordinary child as a child. (His father had already realized this when the child uttered the first words out of his mouth) who had found a worthy father who had never yet sown the seeds of doubt in his mind about his child? Was she not Abraham's mother? Abraham's mother died shortly after he was born. She didn't know her mother yet. He never asked his father about his mother. Because he didn't feel the need yet. And his father never spoke to Abraham about his mother. He wanted to forget that tragic incident forever, his wife and Abraham's mother had been freed from here after playing his role? She had now become a part of how many such heroes who had played their role here, without merging into the Universe? Abrahams grandparents had already left years earlier, and now they had no heirs? Time passed slowly, and Abraham was now five years old.And his father enrolled him in a nearby school, as every father does. Now Abraham was chained to discipline? The little boy's first day at school went something like this: 'Father had made all the preparations the day before. A new sack, new shoes, new clothes (giving him a new identity now that he was ready to enter a new world), a few books, and some food were stuffed into that little bag. Now the father was walking ahead of the little boy, guiding him, and the boy followed him? Abraham had reached his school. The father got busy discussing something with his teachers, and perhaps the focus of the discussion was little Abraham, who had disappeared by then. When the father looked around after the conversation with the teacher, he did not see his son anywhere, but after a little more searching, he found Abraham. The boy was playing with butterflies in a very attractive and beautiful garden of flowers His father had been watching him for some time. Because Abraham had never shown any interest in sports before this day, he never asked his father for any kind of toys, any toy had always been unable to attract him. But this garden full of different kinds of green plants, fragrant flowers and colorful butterflies was very exciting to him. He had never seen or experienced such a beautiful view of nature before today. He was just enjoying those precious moments. which he felt for the first time in his life. Her father was surprised too. He saw a new line of thought springing up in his son that he had never seen before. The boy was now completely immersed in nature. After a little more time, a teacher came and said to Abraham, Go to your class, little boy, and Abraham went and sat in a room with the other children. But in his mind he thought only of the beautiful garden. It was only a few moments after sitting there that a group of naughty children came there and threatened. One of them asked him, 'What is your name, son? " "Then a child's attention was drawn to Abraham's bright shirt," said the naughty child, excitedly, "Wow! ! ! "Then one of them said," "Look at how tightly your shirt is sewn," "then he inserted his pencil into Abraham's shirt, pulled it down, and it made a big hole in the shiny shirt near the shoulder." After that, all the children around Abraham laughed loudly, but then Abraham also laughed with them. It was a genuine smile that came into being to find out the reason why all those children were laughing! Then one of them said, "Why are you laughing, you naughty child?" I don't know. As soon as the little boy left the rest of the time in school… .. . Wait for the next chapter of this story. I will try to post it soon. Please give your review on this chapter. WRITEN BY :- SK PRIHAR Startritin
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Child in Metro
### Lost in the Metro **It was a busy Saturday afternoon** when eight-year-old Sophie and her mother decided to take the metro to visit the city zoo. Sophie was excited as she loved animals and couldn’t wait to see the lions and elephants. The metro station was crowded with people rushing to their destinations, and the air was filled with the sounds of chatter and train announcements. Sophie held her mother’s hand tightly as they made their way to the platform. “Stay close, Sophie,” her mother said. “The metro can be very busy, and I don’t want us to get separated.” “I will, Mom,” Sophie replied, her eyes wide with excitement. **When the train arrived,** people pushed and hurried to get inside. Sophie and her mother squeezed in and found a spot to stand. The train was packed, and Sophie had to hold onto a pole to keep her balance. As the train started moving, she looked around at the other passengers, some reading, some talking, and others just staring out the window. A few stops later, the train jerked suddenly, causing Sophie to lose her grip on the pole. She stumbled and fell, and in the confusion, she let go of her mother’s hand. By the time she stood up, she couldn’t see her mother anywhere. Panic started to rise in her chest. “Mom? Mom, where are you?” she called out, but her voice was drowned by the noise of the train and the chatter of the passengers. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. **The train stopped at the next station**, and Sophie decided to get off. She thought maybe her mother had already left the train and was waiting for her on the platform. As she stepped off, the doors closed behind her, and she found herself in a sea of people. Sophie looked around frantically, but there was no sign of her mother. She felt scared and alone. She remembered what her mother had always told her to do if she ever got lost: find a police officer or a metro worker and ask for help. **She spotted a metro worker** in a bright orange vest standing near the ticket booth. Sophie wiped her tears and walked over to him. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ve lost my mom.” The metro worker, whose name was Mr. Jenkins, looked down at her kindly. “Don’t worry, little one,” he said gently. “We’ll find your mom. What’s your name?” “Sophie,” she replied, sniffling. “Okay, Sophie. Let’s go to the control room and make an announcement. Your mom might hear it and come find you,” Mr. Jenkins said. **They walked to the control room**, where Mr. Jenkins spoke into a microphone. “Attention passengers, we have a lost child named Sophie here at the station. If you are her parent or guardian, please come to the control room.” Sophie sat in a chair, swinging her legs nervously. She hoped her mother would hear the announcement and come soon. She looked around the control room, with its monitors and buttons, trying to distract herself from her worry. **Meanwhile, Sophie’s mother** was frantically searching the metro. She had realized Sophie was not with her as soon as the train doors closed. She got off at the next stop and took the train back, looking for Sophie at every station. When she heard the announcement about Sophie, she felt a wave of relief. She rushed to the control room as fast as she could. “Sophie!” her mother called out as she entered the room. Sophie jumped up and ran to her mother, tears streaming down her face. “Mom!” she cried, hugging her tightly. “I was so scared!” **Sophie’s mother knelt down** and hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry, Sophie. I was scared too. I’m so glad you’re safe.” Mr. Jenkins smiled at them. “I’m glad you found each other. Remember to always stay close in busy places like the metro.” “Thank you, Mr. Jenkins,” Sophie’s mother said gratefully. “We will.” **As they left the control room**, Sophie held her mother’s hand tightly, not wanting to let go. They decided to take a break from their zoo trip and went to a nearby café to relax and calm down. Over hot chocolate and cookies, Sophie’s mother explained the importance of staying together in crowded places and what to do if they ever got separated again. Sophie listened carefully, feeling much better now that she was safe with her mother. **The rest of the day**, they stayed close and enjoyed their time together. They did eventually make it to the zoo, and Sophie saw the lions and elephants she had been so excited about. But the best part of the day was knowing that, no matter what, her mother would always find her and keep her safe. **Tags:** - Lost Child - Metro Adventure - Parent-Child Bond - Safety - Reunion - Crowded Places - Kindness of Strangers - Panic and Relief - Family - Urban Exploration
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
A Dog's Story - Part II
I still do not understand the humans. “Rex” to you, “Steven” to me, and my friends. You remember the last time I spoke to you about the light and the humans who did not know what to do with their darkness?
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Sugar Crash
"Did I go overboard with the cakes?" Daphne says, angling her Battenberg next to her Victoria Sponge. We spent the morning festooning the riverboat with bunting and balloons. And now the cakes – and the sun! – are out. I can't imagine a more perfect day for the Windlesham Ladies High Tea and Boating Society's Annual Cake Bake.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Fiction
### A Journey in the Haunted Jungle. AI-Generated.
### A Journey in the Haunted Jungle **Lily, Mark, and Tom** were best friends who loved exploring new places. One day, they heard about an old, haunted jungle called Blackwood Forest. Many people in their town believed that strange things happened there, but the friends were curious and wanted to see it for themselves. They planned their trip for a sunny Saturday. Each of them packed a backpack with food, water, and a flashlight. They promised their parents they would be careful and stay together. Early in the morning, they set off on their adventure. **As they approached the edge of the jungle,** the bright sunlight began to fade. Tall, dark trees loomed overhead, their branches twisting like giant arms. The forest seemed to swallow up all the light, making it feel much later in the day than it was. Lily felt a shiver run down her spine, but she shook it off, determined to be brave. "We need to stick together," Mark said. "And remember to follow the map." He unfolded a map they had printed from the internet, showing a rough path through the forest. The friends entered the jungle, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. The deeper they went, the darker it got. Strange noises surrounded them – rustling leaves, distant animal calls, and occasionally, what sounded like whispers. **After walking for about an hour,** they came across an old, abandoned cabin. Its wooden walls were covered in ivy, and the windows were broken. "Do you think we should check it out?" Tom asked, his voice shaking a little. "Let's be quick," Lily said, feeling curious despite her fear. They walked up to the cabin and pushed open the creaky door. Inside, it was dark and musty. Broken furniture was scattered around, and spider webs hung from the ceiling. As they explored the cabin, they heard a loud thump from upstairs. "What was that?" Mark whispered. They all froze, listening. The noise came again, louder this time. "Let's get out of here," Tom said, backing towards the door. Just as they were about to leave, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs. It was a man, old and ghostly pale, with hollow eyes that seemed to look right through them. **The friends ran out of the cabin,** their hearts pounding. They didn't stop until they were far away from the eerie building. "What was that?" Lily gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I don't know," Mark said, looking back nervously. "But we need to be more careful." They continued their journey, determined to find a way out of the haunted jungle. The deeper they went, the more they felt like they were being watched. Shadows moved just beyond their sight, and strange sounds followed them wherever they went. **As night began to fall,** they decided to set up camp. They found a small clearing and built a fire to keep warm. The flickering flames provided some comfort, but the darkness around them felt alive and threatening. "Let's tell some stories to take our minds off things," Lily suggested, trying to lighten the mood. They took turns sharing funny and scary stories, laughing and joking to keep their spirits up. Suddenly, the fire flickered and went out. They were plunged into darkness, and an icy wind blew through the clearing. "What's happening?" Tom whispered, his voice trembling. A ghostly figure appeared in the shadows, slowly moving towards them. It was the same man from the cabin. "You shouldn't be here," the ghost said in a hollow voice. "This place is cursed." **Terrified, the friends huddled together.** "We're sorry," Mark said, his voice shaking. "We didn't mean to disturb you." The ghost looked at them for a long moment before saying, "Leave now, and never return. This jungle holds many dangers, and you do not belong here." The friends quickly packed their things and followed the ghost's advice. They hurried through the dark jungle, using their flashlights to find the path. Every rustle and sound made them jump, but they kept moving, determined to get out. **After what felt like hours,** they finally saw the edge of the jungle. The sight of open fields and the rising sun filled them with relief. They ran out of the forest, not stopping until they were far away from the trees. "We made it," Lily said, panting. "I can't believe we made it out." "Let's never go back there again," Tom said, still looking over his shoulder. Mark nodded. "Agreed. That was too close." **Back home,** they told their parents about their terrifying adventure. Their parents were relieved they were safe and warned them to stay away from the haunted jungle in the future. The friends promised they would, knowing they had been lucky to escape. The haunted jungle had given them a scare they would never forget. They learned that some places are best left unexplored and that sticking together was the key to surviving their spooky adventure. **Tags:** - Haunted Jungle - Adventure - Ghosts - Friendship - Survival - Exploration - Courage - Scary Stories - Abandoned Cabin - Dark Forest
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction