Short Story
A Twist of Fate: The Tale of the Wizard Khizr
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Persia, the land was parched, and hunger plagued the people. Enemies threatened their borders, and bandits attacked travelers. The desperate king longed for the Wizard Khizr, a magical figure known to appear during times of trouble, offering comfort and guidance.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela3 years ago in Fiction
Relative Waste of Time
"Time is relative; its only worth depends upon what we do as it is passing." - Albert Einstein. Every second that passes, is another second that could have been spent doing something worthwhile. Another moment where I could have used this beautiful body and mind of mine to do something that mattered. Instead, I'm sat here, letting the seconds tick by as the clock reminds me of my mortality.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Dark Secret
"Oh, God, please forgive me," he uttered weakly, struggling to catch his breath. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his arms and legs convulsed with spasms. His chest heaved as his lungs labored to draw in air. Coughing and spitting phlegm onto the floor, his discomfort was exacerbated by the catheter inserted to assist with his urination.
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
He's The One
Nine years ago, amid the constant scroll of my social media feed—a blur of vacation photos, political rants, and birthday shout-outs—a simple conversation popped up on my feed. It was just a short conversation, intriguing and serendipitous, sent by someone who was a friend of a friend. The sender, Phil, had said simply a now forgotten phrase, but the intellect was apparent from just a couple of sentences.
By VNessa Erlene3 years ago in Fiction
My Passion and Success with Women
I enjoy pursuing relationships with women, but I find it challenging to initiate conversations or express my feelings towards them. However, I've noticed that by simply snapping my fingers, women are drawn to me, like ants to sugar. It's fascinating how women are attracted to four qualities in a man: good looks, intelligence, wealth, and talent. Fortunately, I possess all of these qualities. I am handsome, highly intelligent, and considered the most brilliant student in my class. Additionally, my father holds a managerial position in a prominent company, and my mother is a nurse at a renowned hospital in Nigeria, which has contributed to my wealth. Moreover, I have impressive skills in dancing, singing, and being a talented football striker.
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
The Littlest Sprout
The Littlest Sprout In the era of vibrant storytelling, three key elements reign supreme: "perplexity," "burstiness," and "predictability." Perplexity serves as the measure of textual intricacy, while burstiness denotes the diversity in sentence structures. Conversely, predictability gauges the likelihood of anticipating subsequent sentences. Human narratives often showcase a delightful blend of elaborate and concise sentences, fostering intrigue and unpredictability. On the contrary, AI-generated text tends to exhibit a more uniform structure. Hence, crafting compelling content necessitates weaving a tapestry rich in perplexity and burstiness while minimizing predictability.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Minute
"60...59...58..." As Wesley Forsberg was crawling on the floor gasping for air, he heard a countdown hovering over him. He knew that he had about a minute left in this world, and he wasn't the only one who knew it. The person hovering over Wesley counting down the seconds also knew it, and it was someone very familiar to him: his wife, Josephine Roman.
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 years ago in Fiction
WHEN A WOMAN CRIES, SOMEONE LISTENS.
It takes losing something important, to realize that it actually meant something. So, when a woman cries, someone listens. If it’s not you, then it’s the universe. Whoever listens, acts. Don’t let the universe act. For it’ll be against you.
By Catherine Nyomenda3 years ago in Fiction
The Statue
Juan didn't feel like he was obsessive. He just recognised that he got comfort from watching her when he was away from her during the day. That if he wasn't able to return to view her during his breaks, he would feel unsettled and nervous. It never occurred to him that what he was doing was wrong. He was very much of the school of "What they don't know, won't hurt them."
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Little Pigs
There are plenty of stories about pigs that are considered too small to make a real difference. They normally end up doing something great to get the attention that their small stature denied them. There was that one from a farm a little over a mile down the road. There, a pig named Baby avoids becoming dinner and aspires to become a sheepdog, or should I say a sheep pig. This was better than the other farm about a mile and a half in the other direction, where the pig did nothing at all. It was the spider who did all the work, but the pig became famous anyway. I have a pig story that you may not have heard before.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
