Short Story
School for Villains. Content Warning.
"There are many things that you need to know in order to be a successful villain. Can anybody name any?" The Professor started every year with his new class of hopefuls with a simple question and answer. As expected, no-one put their hand up. None would carelessly reveal their knowledge. It was the role of the villain not to appear too eager, to remain withdrawn until the ultimate moment came to make themselves known.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Apartment of Inefficiency
This is a story of the Apartment of Inefficiency and its Cross-Contamination Fridge. The Apartment of Inefficiency is a place where time and energy have little value, where nothing seems to produce the intended or desired effect. In said apartment, you’ll find the Cross-Contamination Fridge, among many other useless objects. Quite ironically, the owner of the Apartment of Inefficiency is known by people as “the Food Police”. He’s the one in charge, the one who decides what happens, how it happens, and to what level of inefficiency. His home he shares with his companion: The Never Hungry, Always Tired.
By Unbreakable Heart2 years ago in Fiction
Love triangle (between me, you and my best friend)
The initial approach between me (Ari) and Nasya was already different. Everything was completely unexpected. It all started during our class vacation. It happened when we were still in the first year of high school.
By Heri hoerudin 2 years ago in Fiction
My Life Story
In this article, I need to tell you my story but with genuine pieces of my life. 4-year-old Jaiki: Hello there! Genuine photons that bounced off my confront hit a sensor, made a current that made a attractive field—flipping a few spaces on attractive tape, which was afterward replayed, reproducing the current, passed into a computer, digitized into zeros and ones, radiated to your gadget, which reproduces the light that's hitting your eyes right presently.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Hope
Hope is not just a word , it's a feeling. We are nothing today, it seems like this is the end of the story but tomorrow, it seems like there is new begging. So, there is hope every where. We all are in a stage, where hope remains. Without this, we cannot even live alive. I am sharing a small story which tells the importance of hope. A tiny child named Lila lived in an isolated little village at the base of tall mountains. The community was covered with a pall of sadness, despite its attractive appearance. The sky appeared to be always gloomy, the rivers flowed dry, and the fields were desolate. A site of hopelessness, the once-thriving village had fallen victim to years of drought. Lila, on the other hand, was unique. She endured challenges, but her spirit never faltered. Her eyes glittered with an inexplicable optimism that belied her heart's abundance of hopes.
By Sehrish Ghaffar2 years ago in Fiction
Harmony of Horizons. AI-Generated.
In the verdant valley of Vellamora, where the rivers sang and the mountains whispered ancient secrets, there was a village known for its extraordinary harmony. The villagers of Vellamora were artisans of life, weaving their days with threads of innovation and strands of strategic poetry. Among them was a young woman named Aria, whose voice could tame the wildest storms and whose ideas could spark the dullest minds. Aria believed in the power of unity, in the symphony of collaboration, where every voice mattered and every thought contributed to the grand design. She dreamed of reaching new horizons, not alone, but alongside her people, with grace and collective wisdom guiding their path. Her vision was to create a tapestry of progress, interlaced with the beauty of tradition and the boldness of new ideas. The elders of Vellamora, guardians of the old ways, watched Aria with a blend of skepticism and intrigue. They had seen many seasons, many cycles of change, but never had they encountered a spirit so fiercely gentle, so determinedly serene. Aria approached them with a proposal, a challenge to blend the old with the new, to find a strategy within the poetry of their existence. With the blessing of the elders, Aria set forth on her quest, gathering around her a mosaic of minds and talents. There was the blacksmith, whose steel sang of strength and flexibility; the weaver, whose fabrics told stories of the past and visions of the future; the farmer, whose crops grew in patterns of ingenious complexity; and the scholar, whose knowledge bridged worlds and eras. Together, they embarked on a journey of transformation, each step a note in their ever-expanding melody of progress. They built structures that defied the wind, crafted tools that harnessed the sun, and composed works that moved the soul. Their village became a beacon, a testament to the harmony of horizons, where every sunset promised new possibilities. As seasons turned, Vellamora's fame spread far and wide, attracting travelers from distant lands. They came seeking the secret of the village's success, and Aria shared it with open hands and an open heart. "It is not in the pursuit of a single goal," she would say, "but in the dance of many aspirations, in the embrace of diverse talents, that true innovation is born."
By Umair Siddiquie2 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Drum
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled in the heart of a dense forest, there lived a wise old man named Kofi. Kofi was known for his deep understanding of the world and his extraordinary collection of artifacts, each with its own story. Among his treasures, the most fascinating was a drum—no ordinary drum, but a magic drum with the power to change lives.
By Aishat Oyinkansola2 years ago in Fiction
CEO AND CHEERFUL GIRL
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there was a CEO named Mr. Johnson who ran a big tech company. He was known for his sharp suits, serious demeanor, and always being glued to his phone. His office was sleek and minimalist, with huge windows overlooking the city skyline.
By Nadea Fahlevi2 years ago in Fiction
