Short Story
The sweet truth about dark chocolate
The sweet truth about dark chocolate Dark chocolate is a delicious and nutritious treat that has been enjoyed for centuries. It is made from the roasted and ground seeds of the cacao tree, and it is rich in antioxidants and other beneficial compounds. In recent years, there has been a growing body of research suggesting that dark chocolate may have a number of health benefits, including:
By Mohamed Sobhy Morsy2 years ago in Fiction
The Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
The Mercenary's Miscalculation
Aethel nursed a lukewarm mug of unidentified, vaguely green liquid in his cramped quarters aboard the sputtering freighter. Rain lashed against the hull, drumming a monotonous rhythm. This wasn't quite the high life he'd envisioned after leaving the Chapter. He craved the camaraderie, the purpose, the roar of bolter fire. Here, he was just another weathered mercenary, another cog in the mercenary machine.
By Carlos Borba2 years ago in Fiction
Walking On Gilded Splinters. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for the PVim Challenge below, and will be a microfiction based on the song I refer to below. It made me think of one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums, "Walk On Gilded Splinters" from "Gris, Gris" by Dr John, Mac Rebbenak.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Nostalgia Is Not That Deep!
As time passed, memories started to gather like fireflies in a jar, each one a tiny beacon of joy from days gone by. There was that favorite toy, a worn-out bear with button eyes, and the soft, comforting blanket that wrapped you in warmth on chilly nights. These treasures held within them the essence of childhood, a time of laughter and innocence. It's like giving your heart a big hug because you remember something you loved when you were little.
By Mamoona Rana2 years ago in Fiction
The Timekeeper's Disciple
The Timekeeper's Disciple Within the bustling city of Chronopolis, where each tick and tick of the clock held a substantial esteem, time was more than a concept—it was a cash, a drive woven into the fabric of life. At the heart of this city stood the grand Tower of Time, domestic to the respected society of Timekeepers. These gatekeepers of worldly adjust guaranteed that time streamed easily, repairing disturbances and anticipating peculiarities that may unwind the world's sensitive chronology.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
