Short Story

An unexpected reunion
“Your target will be in a navy-blue pantsuit, short black hair done up in a bun and of Chinese descent. Confirm target description,” came Zhao’s droning voice over my earpiece.
By Victor Edmunds 3 years ago in Fiction
Why do Egyptians drink licorice during Ramadan?
Why do Egyptians drink licorice during Ramadan? Licorice is a popular drink in Egypt, especially during the month of Ramadan. It is made from the root of the licorice plant, which has a sweet and slightly bitter taste. Licorice is believed to have a number of health benefits, including:
By damsonclark3 years ago in Fiction
The Day I K*lled My Mother
The Day I K*lled My Mother From the inky depths of the night, a chill slithered into my veins, weaving a tapestry of dread around my heart. Each raindrop, a mournful echo on the windowpane, seemed to whisper a lament for a soul lost to the shadows. Ever since that tempestuous eve, when my father vanished like a wisp of smoke, the night has cloaked itself in an aura of chilling absence and menacing silence. His journey home, shrouded in sheets of relentless rain, was abruptly cut short, leaving behind only an unsettling void where his presence once filled our lives. Days bled into weeks, frantic searches yielding nothing but the deafening symphony of unanswered questions. The once warm embrace of our home now echoed with the unsettling symphony of the unknown. Muffled whispers slithered from vacant corridors, disembodied shadows danced a macabre waltz on the walls, and cryptic messages materialized on his computer screen, each character a chilling fragment of a puzzle I desperately sought to solve. Hidden amongst the mundane files on his computer, a trove of the extraordinary lay unearthed. His search history, a twisted tapestry woven with threads of the arcane: paranormal occurrences, journeys beyond the veil of time, and whispers of universes unseen. Was my father merely curious, or had he stumbled upon something far more sinister? And was his inexplicable disappearance a twisted consequence of his forbidden knowledge? The night, once a canvas of slumber, now stretched before me, an enigma pulsating with secrets, beckoning me to unravel its chilling truth. The rain poured down heavily, and the darkness covered everything. I sat in my room, watching the raindrops fall on the window, when suddenly, I was shaken by a faint groan coming from somewhere in the house. Fear crept into my heart, and I began to search for the source of the sound. But everything was quiet, and I found nothing unusual. I returned to my room, trying to shake off the feeling of anxiety. But then, I heard another sound coming from downstairs. A soft sound, like the rustling of leaves. I crept cautiously towards the source of the sound, my heart pounding in my chest. I emerged from the room to find my mother standing in the middle of the house, wearing her black coat and her hair wet with rain. She looked worried, as if she was waiting for something. I asked her if something was wrong, but she answered with an unintelligible mumble. My fear and confusion grew. My mother looked anxious without revealing the reason for her anxiety, and she pointed to my father's red car, which was being driven by a stranger towards the lake. What was going on? Without thinking, I ran to the door and rushed out of the house, following the red car. The rain was pouring down heavily, and the darkness covered everything. I couldn't see the driver's face clearly, but I felt a strange fear coursing through my veins. I arrived at the lake to find the red car submerged in the water. There was no sign of the driver, as if he had vanished into thin air. I felt shock and confusion, not knowing what to do or what to think. Who was that stranger driving my father's car? What did he do to him? And why did he disappear without a trace? I tried to return to my mother to tell her what had happened, but before I could reach her, someone hit me on the head, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself inside the red car. There was a strange sound coming from the back seat. I tried to open my eyes and turn to the sound, but before I could, someone hit me on the head again, and I lost consciousness. The mystery deepens…
By Jrmorant3 years ago in Fiction
Bahrain Grand Prix 2024: All you need to know
Bahrain Grand Prix 2024: All you need to know Date: Race: Sunday, March 5, 2024 Qualifying: Saturday, March 4, 2024 Location: Bahrain International Circuit, Sakhir, Bahrain Events: Formula 1 race Formula 2 races Formula 3 races Other entertainment events Ticket information: Available for purchase online Prices vary depending on ticket type and seat location Special packages are available for families and groups TV broadcast: The race will be broadcast live in many countries around the world The race can be watched online through various streaming platforms Other information: The Bahrain Grand Prix is one of the most exciting Formula 1 races in the world Max Verstappen won the race in 2023 The 2024 race is expected to be very exciting with many talented drivers competing for the win Useful websites: Official Bahrain Grand Prix web [https://www.bahraingp.com/](https://www.bahraingp.com/)*Bahrain International Circuit website [https://www.bahraingp.com/](https://www.bahraingp.com/) Formula 1 website: [https://www.formula1.com/](https://www.formula1.com/) News: Verstappen takes pole position for Bahrain Grand Pricx
By Ragab Saad3 years ago in Fiction
The Language of Today
El-oh-el, da boy go. So I aks him, “what dat, el-oh-el?” “It means laugh out loud, ojiisan.” He giggle. “How can?” I scratch mah head.
By M. Lee3 years ago in Fiction
Demonte Colony
In a quiet town near the dense forests of the backwater, there stood an old mansion known as Demonte Colony. It was the kind of place that sent shivers down your spine just looking at it, with its crumbling walls and overgrown garden. But for a group of adventurous teenagers, the allure of the abandoned mansion was too tempting to resist.
By Tamil3 years ago in Fiction
What I Bought at The Market
Once every fifty-one years, they come to the edge of our sleepy little town. Ha. "Town". Barely more than a village, really, with stone cottages lining picturesque lanes. This is where Father Time goes on holiday. He slows down, takes his boots off, idles. Stretches.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Homebound Wanderer: Embracing the Journey Within
Once upon a time in a small town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Maya. Maya had always been a restless soul, constantly seeking adventure and excitement beyond the boundaries of her quaint little hometown.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Desires: My Boss's Wife
Okay, so let me tell you about the time I fell head over heels for my boss's wife. It was like something straight out of a cheesy rom-com, but with a twist of complication. Her name was Lisa, and she was not just any ordinary woman. She had this aura about her, this magnetic pull that drew me in from the moment I laid eyes on her.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
Lily and the Quest for Light
Once upon a time in a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was known for her boundless curiosity and her love for exploring the world around her. Every day after finishing her chores, she would set off on an adventure, eager to discover something new.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
Max's Magnificent Odyssey: Embracing Life's Journey
Once upon a time in a bustling little town nestled between rolling hills and a winding river, there lived a curious soul named Max. Max was just like any other person you'd meet—full of dreams, quirks, and a penchant for adventure. From a young age, Max had this insatiable urge to explore, to learn, and to experience everything life had to offer.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
Life: A Rollercoaster of Adventures
Once upon a time in the vast expanse of the universe, there was a little planet called Earth, and on that planet, there lived a bunch of curious creatures called humans. Now, these humans, they were quite the interesting bunch. They were born into this world with nothing but a blank canvas, and it was up to them to paint their own masterpiece.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction