Short Story
Birbal Drew a Painting that was imagined by Emperor Akbar. Akbar did not give a clue even then Birbal did a wonderful job.
“I fancy a painting Birbal. Please make one and give it to me in one week.” Akbar’s order leaves Birbal confused. “I am a minister, my lord. How am I going to make a painting?”
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
Rack 'em up. Content Warning.
She wears her darkness on her sleeve, a supple black leather second skin. Her breathing, her movements, her being—everything she is is an extension of the night—the twinkling blue party lights, the rhythmic salsa beats, the thriving, pulsing lounge that surrounds her, even the strangers who've come for the show.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
Flex. Top Story - April 2024.
My Word: Weightlifter The Challenge: “To lift is a gift,” he thought. Life only goes around once and you cannot wilt while the wheel turns and you just flit from… He had to focus on the weight that he added to the tree of iron surrounding him.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Serving as Maid of Honor at My Ex's Wedding Reception（Episode One）
On the day I got my driver's license, I encountered a Rolls-Royce wedding car with a familiar license plate. My dad treasures this car a lot; he spent millions on customizing it, so there's no way he'd lend it to anyone.
By Action-packed Story3 years ago in Fiction
The Final Mission
Everything around her was spinning as she came to. Disoriented, she was ambushed with a sudden burst of agony that infected her entire body, with every move she made. What was happening? Why was it happening? More importantly, how was it happening? Something went wrong. She was never supposed to wake up. It was not part of The Plan.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Fiction
Tinkerbelle's Side
Tinkerbell hovered impatiently above two dwarf's, that's right, two of Snow White's dweebs who wondered into her fairy world. "What do you want, you gotta be Dopey and Dumbo!" The dwarf's stuttered in awe of her legs dangling above them trying to avert their eyes away from her mossy green threads. " Hey, sorry Tinkerbell, we are, um, uh, duh, looking for Snow White; she's been dropped some date rape molly in an apple and time is of the essence!"
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
The Leaf Bath
Harold was not really into these visits with his grandfather. Once a month, no matter what he was doing or how he felt about it, his mother drove him to his grandfather’s lame, smelly apartment in the sad neighborhood where she had grown up. Harold couldn’t really understand why his grandfather still lived there. He wasn’t like, really poor or whatever. Harold and his parents had a nice place in a sweet neighborhood on the south side. His grandfather must be living like this by choice, which had to show he was crazy or like, really challenged, you know?
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Fiction
Chloe's Dream Quest: Unveiling the Mysteries of the Subconscious
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Chloe who loved to dream. Every night, she would eagerly close her eyes and let her imagination take her on incredible adventures. As she grew older, she became fascinated with the fascinating world of dreams and decided to explore its depths.
By Amahle Mafa3 years ago in Fiction
Among Us
Among Us Part one: The Bamboo Tomb D. A. Ratliff Heavy gray skies hovered over the Kansai International Airport as the plane dropped out of the clouds only seconds before it landed. As if my nerves were not already raw, landing on a runway the length of the island did little to help. The pilot managed to stop the plane short of dropping us into Osaka Bay. Only then did I breathe.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
