Short Story
Secrets of the Tall Grass
In a secluded valley, nestled between rolling hills and cloaked in an air of mystery, there lived a young girl named Lila. She had a unique fascination with a particular field on the outskirts of her home. The field was unlike any other, for the grass there grew as tall as a grown person, concealing the secrets that lay beneath. Lila often wondered what mysteries awaited her in that overgrown meadow, and one day, she decided to find out.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Chardonnay and The Apocalypse
The world will soon end, and I'm almost out of wine. Humankind has peaked. Between reality television, cable news, and fast-food chicken sandwiches, there is no other place for society to go but down. I come off as a bit tired in this, but what am I supposed to think when society, especially here, has flown over the cuckoo's nest? So when the nuclear bombs fall, I will just sit back and drink some Chardonnay while listening to old-school rhythm and blues.
By Lorraine L. Hayden3 years ago in Fiction
Dr. Nia's Journey to a Healthier World
In a small village nestled in the heart of a lush African landscape, there lived a determined and spirited 8-year-old girl named Nia. Nia had skin as dark as the rich soil that surrounded her village, and eyes that sparkled with a curiosity as bright as the African sun. Her dreams were as big as the open sky, and she carried the weight of her village's health and well-being on her small but mighty shoulders.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Symphonies of Life
In the bustling heart of the city, where life's symphony played out in a myriad of colors and sounds, there lived a girl named Isabella. She had a profound love for music, not just as an art form but as a portal to a world of her own creation. When she put on her headphones, a transformation occurred, and the world around her faded into the background. It was then that the lyrics and melodies she listened to sprang to life, painting vivid images in her mind and igniting her soul with inspiration.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Unbridled Joy of the Sea
In a world filled with endless adventures and untamed beauty, there lived a young woman named Ava. With a heart that yearned for exploration and a soul deeply connected to the natural world, she embarked on a journey to the shoreline, dressed in a simple yet striking white swimsuit that gleamed in the sunlight. The sea, with its majestic waves and raw power, called to her, and Ava felt a rush of excitement as she approached the water's edge.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Maceen and Al-khatoo . Second Place in the Under a Spell Challenge.
Antar bantar, goft or daftar, choof, choof. The old lady said for the last time under her ‘second tongue,’ as the people of the town would say, so no one could hear her. The baby disappeared from her gahwara crib. “Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I warn you all? Not to give her milk and honey. She is al-khatoo. She is the one and only alive otherworldly old woman, deceiving death…” Maceen kept screaming. But no one seemed to listen or mind her. Hunger and thirst had spread in the entire country by now. People cared more about food and water than their babies. “If you think, you have sacrificed her for this year’s harvest, you are wrong. Al-khatoo cannot do anything with God’s misery set upon us. She cannot bring us prosperity. She only takes it.” Still, nobody was listening to Maceen. The crowd now started dispersing. The twilight had disappeared somewhere in the darkness. The late autumn air felt cold around the village mountains. Only a few thoughtful parents locked their young kids in their empty tableee khana, where their livestock once used to spend evenings so that the insane members of the village do not snatch their babies at night to deliver them to Al-khatoo.
By Parwana Fayyaz3 years ago in Fiction
Grim Reaper
In the realm where the boundary between life and death blurred, where souls embarked on their final journey under the watchful eye of the Grim Reaper, there lived a being of unparalleled solitude. The Grim Reaper, the harbinger of the inevitable, had no heart, no capacity for the emotions that mortals held dear. He had existed for eons, guiding countless souls into the afterlife, without ever understanding the complexities of their existence.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Emerald Dragon
In a time long past, when ancient empires stretched their might across the vast lands of Asia, a legend was born. The Faithful Emerald Dragon, a mythical guardian of the earth, rose from the depths of history to protect a sacred grave, the final resting place of the last great Chinese general, General Wei Chang. It was a grave that held secrets and a promise, a testament to the bravery of a bygone era.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
