Short Story
Late Night Phone Call
Late at night, there was a loud knock on the door of our hostel room. Ashi and I were in the room. Ashi asked, “Who is it?”. The watchman replied that there was a call from Rubina’s house. Ashi got up and left to listen. I also followed her. It was quite late at night, and I was praying that all would be well. This incident is from 2001. Mobile phones were not common. The hostel phone was not far from our room. On the way, I asked the watchman why the call came at that time.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
My Brother Was My First Friend
There are two brothers that I have. My oldest brother, Aamir, and I shared a childhood. He used to ride his bicycle throughout the city with me. I was prepared to go, whether it was to see a buddy or go to the market. Fun fact about our relationship is, that thanks to him I mastered the art of riding a bike considerably larger than myself. It took little effort to make it move. Since the pedals were significantly lower than the feet, pushing down on one would cause the other pedal to rise. Next, press it downward. That was my cycle’s course.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Greenwood
The Greenwood was a woodland that turned into noted in songs and spoken about in tales, located inside the realm of Eldoria, beyond the oldest mountains and farthest cities. It turned into stated to be sentient, able to respiratory, questioning, and having loose preference. Its margins were a patchwork of jade and emerald, constantly moving and beckoning, at the same time as its center remained a thriller. At the threshold of this sentient forest stood Liora, a young orphan with nothing except her call and a necklace too weighty for its length. Of direction, she had heard the stories. Narratives of vagrants entangled in desire vines or trapped within the mazes under its shadow. However, any other form of voice began to grow internal her coronary heart—a call towards something that appeared like future however changed into still unknowable. The wooded area appeared to respire in as she entered the Greenwood, the earth throbbing with vitality under her toes. Towering, antique bushes leaned in her course, their leaves fluttering with a sound like eagerness. Liora fast found that the wooded area became domestic to a widespread array of sentient creatures, every tree and plant having its very own mind and interconnected via a web of vines and roots to form a complicated internet of existence. To Liora's marvel, she commenced to recognize the whispers they spoke—a language of the wind and leaves. She encountered Faelan, a creature now not pretty human, who guarded the Greenwood. His pores and skin become blanketed in patterns that radiated the vital power of the wooded area, and his eyes have been like molten gold. She found out from Faelan the way to navigate the thickets and brambles stealthily, in addition to a way to comply with the whispers of the timber. Together, they observed the center of the Greenwood, a very vintage tree with a trunk as large as a palace and limbs that towered above the encircling woodland. Here Liora observed the thriller of her ancestry, a magically sealed percent among her forefathers and the Greenwood that made her the rightful inheritor to the coronary heart of the forest. However, there has been darkness at the Greenwood's limitations, a blight that aimed to interrupt the vintage appeal enclosing the wooded area. Driven by using a personal grudge against the guardians and the forest itself, an vintage foe referred to as Morcant attempted to use the Greenwood's coronary heart to similarly his dark aims. Sensing danger, the woodland accrued its human beings. The Greenwood turned into on the point of protect itself while shadows shifted and electricity surged via the environment. Liora fought Morcant in a fight that covered bravery, magic, and the earth's very own will, with Faelan through her side. When the last battle happened below the antique heart tree's branches, Liora unleashed her ancestry's electricity—a mild so natural and robust that it destroyed Morcant's darkness and stored the wooded area from sure death. The Greenwood lost many of its personal, consequently the triumph turned into now not with out a charge. However, a sparkling seed that represented wish and rebirth emerged in its center. Liora made the decision to live within the Greenwood, wherein her circle of relatives had formerly stood as its defender and mother or father. The woodland recovered below her care and Faelan's path, turning into greater robust and colorful. Now, the Greenwood talked about calm, a rekindled friendship, and a background safe.
By Bright prosper3 years ago in Fiction
The Spirit of the Woods
Elsie had always been bewitched by the forest that lay near her family's estate. She would often lose herself in its embrace, wandering through the trees with a book in hand, thrilled by the magic of the natural world. Her parents knew of her love for the woods, but they also knew that it was time for her to marry and continue the family's legacy. One evening, as they sat down for dinner, Elsie's father announced that he had found a suitable match for her. The son of another noble family, he was wealthy, well-educated, and would make a perfect match for their daughter. However, the news devastated Elsie. She had never even met the man her father had chosen for her, and the thought of marrying someone she did not love filled her with dread. Unable to bear the thought of a life without love, Elsie excused herself from the dinner table and ran to the forest, hoping to find solace in the familiar surroundings. Her heart pounding, she ran as fast as she could, lost in her thoughts and fears. As she ran, she noticed the beauty of the woods around her. Sunlight streamed through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, and the sound of birds singing was everywhere. She felt the cool breeze on her skin and the soft earth beneath her feet. It was as if the forest was calling to her, offering her a safe haven. But fate had other plans for her that night. As she ran, her foot caught on a tree root and she stumbled, hitting her head hard and falling unconscious. When she awoke, it was pitch black, with only the light of the moon to guide her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a figure emerging from the shadows. At first, she was startled, but as the figure drew closer, she realized that it was a boy, about her age, with dark hair and a cloak made of moss and leaves. He beckoned to her, and without thinking, Elsie followed him deep into the forest. As they walked, Elsie noticed the richness of the forest, the subtle scents of flowers and earth mingling in the air. She saw the beauty of the trees, the way the moonlight shone through the leaves, creating a mosaic of light and shadow on the ground. She felt the cool breeze on her skin and the soft earth beneath her feet. It was as if the forest was alive, and it was inviting her in. After what felt like hours, they came to a clearing. In the centre of the clearing was a small cottage, surrounded by flowers and herbs. The air was thick with the fragrance of wildflowers, and the sound of a nearby stream could be heard in the distance. The boy led Elsie inside, and as she looked around, she saw that the cottage was filled with books. Books of every kind, from every corner of the world. The boy smiled at her. "I knew you would love it," he said. Elsie was confused. "How did you know?" she asked. The boy's smile widened. "Because I've been watching you. I know you love books, and I know you don't want to marry someone you don't love." Elsie felt her cheeks flush, but she was also intrigued by this mysterious boy who seemed to know her so well. The boy's name was Aiden, and as Elsie spent time with him, she realized that he was more than just a boy. He was a spirit of the woods, a creature who was one with the forest. He showed her things she had never seen before and taught her things she had never known. They spent their days exploring the woods, reading books, and talking about their dreams. The forest was alive with the sound of birds singing, and the rustling of leaves as the wind blew through the trees. As Elsie spent more time with Aiden, she began to understand that sometimes, the greatest love of all is the love of oneself. She learned that it was possible to find happiness and fulfilment without sacrificing her own desires and dreams. She knew that she had to return to her family, but the time she had spent in the woods had changed her forever. She had discovered a new sense of purpose, and she was determined to live her life on her own terms, free from the constraints of society and expectations.
By Eren Ahmed3 years ago in Fiction
Success at Failure
Often, the hardest pill to swallow, the one that sticks in your throat and causes you to nearly choke, is the one that teaches you the best lesson. That was the case for Ol' Albie, a good friend of my parents when I was growing up. He was a success at everything in life. Had a great job, was considered the best in his field, had an amazing car, beautiful wife and three exceptional kids, one of which was my best friend at the time. My father always claimed that Albie was matchless, special and whatnot. I wasn't so sure and felt he was just talking pish.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
