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Valoria
As the sun began to dip behind the towering trees of Eldergrove, casting a golden glow across the gathering, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. A hush fell over the crowd as Aeloria, the revered leader of the Great Deer Tribe, stepped forward to deliver her annual speech.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
Love Me, Love My Dog
I love how her nails feel on my skin. I say they're poncey and impractical. But I like the feel of them. And in the heat of the moment, when she digs them into my back... it's encouraging, OK?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Forward towards the unknown…
He’s back, and they back to the same. Screams and shouts, then smacks, cracks, and whacks. A tear rolls down my eye. My body shakes, guess that’s from fear. No maybe that’s what they call rage.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Father is a Unique character chapter 3
FATHER IS A UNIQUE CHARACTER: WHO RAISING HIS MYSTERIOUS CHILD CHAPTER 3 The father gently said to his son (holding back his laughter) "Are you still going to listen to a story today? 'Of course, father, 'said Abraham, as if he did not feel tired at all. Abraham's answer made his father think deeply for a few moments, he was so busy working today that he had not woven a single story in his mind today. He remained silent for a while. Then Abraham said, "What story are you going to tell today, Father? Tell me a scary story today. "But first you promise me that you will not ask me more questions while listening to the story. "Okay, Dad," Abraham replied after a bit of thought. Because he would ask his father any question at any time. That is, as soon as a question arose in his mind, he would immediately start looking for its answer. And he almost always got the answer from his father. But even his father could not always calm his curiosity. He didn't know the answer to any of those questions. He did not leave his pursuit by giving any such answer, but he always inspired his son to find a solution to that question. Well! Dad begins tonight's story... One night, an elderly man was sleeping alone in a house on the edge of his village. He was a decent and understanding man, but fear often haunted him on nights of loneliness. Near his house there was an old cemetery. That tomb must have been some seven to eight years old. which is still present here today. As usual, Abraham asked his father, "Whose tomb was it?" Then his father said that it was his son's grave! He died about eight years ago. "How did he die? Abraham asked again. So what happened was that both father and son were in a very miserable situation financially. He could barely afford two square meals. And one day, in a desperate attempt to get food, his son planned to burgle his neighbor's house. But his only intention was to steal food. But he was arrested. And all the people of the village together punished him for this act and gave him death. At that time, the only punishment was death. Be it small or big. Well! Now the decision had been made, he was to be hanged the next morning. And he was publicly hanged the next day on a branch of an old banyan tree in front of all the villagers. And shortly after that, he died. And the old man buried his son near his house. However, the elderly man never believed that his son had stolen his neighbour's house. And now whenever he slept alone in his room at night, he sometimes wondered what might have happened to his son that day.Why would his son do such a thing? He knew the punishment. But now time passed and the age of that old man was also increasing with time. This was making it difficult for them to work. And the problem was getting worse by the day. One night, the old man heard a roar from outside his room. They got up and decided to open the door to look. Slowly they moved towards the door and decided to open it. When they were ready to open the door, they felt a strange smell. They slowly open the door. There was a shadow in the deep darkness in front of them, from which that fragrance was coming. The old man looked at him and was surprised. Because that shadow looked like his dead son. They were slowly approaching the shadow, when a voice came, "How are you, Father? As soon as the old man heard the sound, he got scared and retreated. He locked the door and went back to his room. But he was in her room. And seeing all this, the old man became even more frightened. His hands and legs started to shake. You didn't answer my question. But this time the old man mustered a little courage and said, "I am not well at all, son," and this is the reality. He knew it was his son's dead body. I'm going to have to pay for what you did eight years ago, son. Why'd you do that? "Hunger destroys a man's body as well as his ability to think. Now his father did not feel the slightest fear of that shadow. Then Abraham's father paused for a moment to check on his son to see if he had fallen asleep. But Abraham was still awake and listening intently to the story. He was so lost in the story that there was no longer any question in his mind. And when his father saw Abraham, all he said was, "Go on, my father is listening." And he goes on and on, "Then the voice came again, now you don't need to be sad anymore, Dad," I have come here to receive you. And having said this, the shadow disappeared somewhere. But there was no movement in the elderly man's residence for several days after that day. Due to this, the villagers were in fear. Then some of the villagers decided to go to the old man's residence. And when they all went to their house, they started smelling inside the house. And when they broke the door of the house and entered the house, their breaths began to swell. Because they were smelling very bad "and when they all went to the bed of the old man, they saw that the old man was dead. And there was a terrible smell coming from his body. From that, he estimated that the elderly man would have died about six-seven days ago. "Or maybe even earlier. The condition of the elderly man was critical. His mouth was as wide open as it could be, and he had probably urinated and defecated in bed. Well, All the people of the village together did the last rites of the old man and buried him near the grave of his son. And the villagers believed that he might have died due to starvation for a long time. But no one knew what the truth was. And thus the last page of the last chapter of the lives of the two fathers and sons had been completed. Now there was not a word left to add to the book of his life. He played his role. And now he had also become a part of those countless heroes who had taken leave from here after playing their role in the world. And that's the end of today's story “father said. If you have not read the last two chapters of the story, then I appeal to you to read them also, so that you can understand the whole story. Please give your feedback about the story wait for the next chapter Writen by sk prihar
By Karan w. 2 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
221 Mother's Lament
“I had this cousin when I was little.” Her gaze drifted. “She had a baby,” she continued. “Everything was normal—a beautiful little boy."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Summer of Changes. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Emma spent every summer at her grandmother's house in the small town of Willow Creek. This summer, however, felt different. She was sixteen now, and the world seemed to buzz with new possibilities and uncertainties. The lush green of the trees and the gentle babbling of the creek promised adventure, but there was something else—an undercurrent of change that Emma couldn’t quite place. On the first day of summer break, Emma's grandmother, a wise and kind woman with a sparkle in her eye, handed her an old leather-bound journal with a knowing smile. "This was mine when I was your age," she said. "It might help you navigate some of the questions you're wrestling with." Curious, Emma flipped through the yellowed pages and found stories of her grandmother's adventures, dreams, and fears as a teenager. Tales of exploring the woods, secret crushes, and the excitement of finding one's place in the world filled the journal. Inspired, Emma decided to use the journal to document her own summer journey. The next day, Emma rode her bicycle to the edge of town, where the fields stretched out in golden waves. She felt the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. As she pedaled along the dusty path, she thought about her grandmother's stories and wondered what her own would be. That afternoon, she stumbled upon a group of local teens playing soccer in a nearby field. One of them, a boy named Alex, waved her over. "Wanna join?" he asked, his grin wide and welcoming. Emma hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with nerves. As they played, Emma found herself laughing and cheering with the others, her initial shyness fading away. Alex was friendly and patient, offering tips and encouragement as they played. After the game, as they sat in the grass catching their breath, Emma felt a sense of belonging she hadn't expected. Over the following weeks, Emma spent more time with Alex and his friends. They explored the town together, visiting the old library, hiking through the woods, and sharing stories by the campfire at night. Emma found herself opening up, sharing her thoughts and dreams, and listening to theirs in return. One evening, as they sat by the creek, Emma told Alex about her grandmother's journal. She shared some of the stories she had read and how they inspired her to create her own. Alex listened intently, nodding in understanding. "It's amazing to see how people before us navigated life, isn't it?" he said. "It makes our own journey feel connected to something bigger." Emma nodded, feeling a profound sense of connection to her grandmother and the stories that spanned generations. That night, she wrote in the journal, capturing the day's adventures and her reflections on friendship, growth, and the passage of time. As the summer days slipped by, Emma grew more confident and self-assured. She learned to embrace change and uncertainty, realizing that they were essential parts of life's journey. She cherished the friendships she had formed and the memories they had created together. On the last day of summer, Emma sat with her grandmother on the porch, the journal resting in her lap. "Thank you for sharing this with me," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "It helped me understand more about myself and the world around me." Her grandmother smiled, her eyes twinkling with pride. "I'm glad it helped, Emma. Remember, life is a series of stories waiting to be told. Keep writing yours." As Emma packed her bags for the return home, she felt a mix of sadness and excitement. She knew she was leaving behind a summer filled with growth and discovery, but she also understood that the lessons she'd learned would stay with her as she continued her journey. With the journal tucked safely in her suitcase, Emma looked back at the house one last time. The summer had changed her, but she was ready to embrace the future, knowing that life, like the journal, was a canvas for her to fill with stories of her own making.
By Momodou Y.A Jallow2 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
Whose shoes are those?
There was a pair of old sneakers by the front door as I arrived home. I should have taken more notice of them ... They didn't belong to Claire, or to me, we don't leave shoes by the door, I thought. Entering our little house, I noticed the door opened easier than it should. We had learned in our time here the door needed a little extra push to shut properly. We had grown to love our little house's quirks like that, I gave the door the little shove it needed to close as I called out.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 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
A GOOD MAN PART 1
Hello, you. This will be the first of several stories which I won't promote. No personal messages, no sharing links in groups, just letting the algorithm do its thing. That way, the people who read this will be those genuinely interested in reading, not because I force them to click on the link and scroll straight down. At most, two people will read this. If you are one of the two, thank you so much. Anyhow, this story is dedicated to those who are struggling to find purpose in life, frustrated at how nothing goes their way, and flabbergasted at how despite everything you do, in the end, when you look in the mirror, you fail to see someone of significance. Enjoy…
By Khairy Irwan Khushaini2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering of Woods. AI-Generated.
**Part 3: The Guardian’s Legacy** *Scene 1: The Crystal’s Power* Lena stood in the dim light of the underground chamber, the glowing crystal in her hands. It pulsed with a gentle light, filling the room with a serene energy. As she held it, Lena felt a deep connection to the forest, as if the crystal was a bridge between her and the ancient powers that had shaped her family's destiny. The voices of the forest grew clearer, revealing the ancient wisdom and secrets that had been guarded for generations. Lena learned that the crystal was a key to maintaining the balance of nature and preserving the harmony between the human world and the forest. *Scene 2: The Forest’s Guardian* As Lena explored the journal further, she discovered that her grandmother had been the last in a long line of Guardians, entrusted with protecting the crystal and ensuring that its power was used wisely. The role of the Guardian was to act as a mediator between the forest and humanity, preventing any harm to the delicate balance that held the world together. With the knowledge she had gained, Lena understood that her grandmother’s warnings had been to prepare her for this responsibility. The forest had chosen her as its new Guardian, and the crystal was now her charge. *Scene 3: The Return to the Surface* With a sense of purpose, Lena ascended the staircase and emerged from the well into the forest clearing. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue over everything. She felt a profound change within herself, a new clarity and strength that came from accepting her role. As she made her way back through the forest, Lena noticed that the trees seemed to welcome her, their whispers now friendly and comforting. She realized that the forest was alive in a way she had never fully understood before, and her bond with it had deepened. *Scene 4: A New Beginning * Arriving back at her grandmother’s cottage, Lena placed the crystal in a special box and carefully stored it in a hidden compartment within the old oak chest her grandmother had left behind. She felt a profound sense of duty and peace, knowing that she was now part of something greater than herself. She sat in the cottage’s cozy study, the place where her grandmother had spent countless hours studying and writing. The room was filled with the comforting scent of old books and parchment. Lena opened the journal once more, this time to a section detailing the responsibilities of the Guardian. She made notes, committing to memory the wisdom she would need to fulfill her role. The days that followed were filled with a new sense of purpose. Lena began to notice subtle changes in the forest around her. Plants grew more vibrantly, animals seemed more at ease, and the once mysterious whispers of the woods became clear, guiding her as she walked through them. She felt connected to the land in a way she had never imagined. *Scene 5: The Festival of Renewal* One day, as Lena was tending to the garden near the cottage, she noticed villagers gathering at the edge of the forest. They were preparing for the Festival of Renewal, a celebration that marked the changing of seasons and honored the forest's blessings. Lena joined them, blending in as if she had always been a part of this community. The festival was a joyous occasion, filled with music, dancing, and storytelling. As the night fell, the villagers gathered around a large bonfire, and Lena found herself in the midst of the celebration, her heart swelling with gratitude. The forest had been an integral part of her life for as long as she could remember, and now it was her turn to protect and cherish it. *Scene 6: A Legacy Continues* As the festival came to an end, Lena took a moment to reflect on her journey. She stood at the edge of the forest, looking out over the land she had come to love deeply. She felt a sense of fulfillment knowing that she was continuing her grandmother's legacy and ensuring the balance of nature was preserved for future generations. The crystal in its hidden compartment was a symbol of her commitment, but Lena knew that her true strength lay in her connection to the forest and its people. She would serve as the Guardian with honor, guiding and protecting the Whispering Woods while embracing the wisdom and responsibility that came with her new role. With a heart full of resolve and a future that seemed brighter than ever, Lena walked back into the forest, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. She had discovered her true purpose and embraced the legacy of her family, ensuring that the secrets of the Whispering Woods would continue to be guarded and cherished for years to come.
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction