Short Story
Reign of Fire
"I can smell the fire coming," Captain Jake said, even before the alarms went off at the station. A minute later, the alarms blared. He was a seasoned fireman with years of experience and always knew when a fire was coming. Jake was a real hero, not like the fake comic book hero’s you see in the movies or television. Jake actually saves lives for a living.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
LOVE IN THE SHADOWS OF THE PYRAMID: EGYPTIAN LOVE AFFAIR, A MODEL OF CLEOPATRA. (EPISODE 1)
Cairo, with its bustling streets and the intoxicating scent of spices in the air, was a city of contrasts. It was a place where the modern world collided with ancient history, and nowhere was this more evident than in the shadow of the Great Pyramids of Giza. Layla, an archaeologist with a passion for unraveling the secrets of the past, had spent most of her life in this captivating city. Her pursuit of knowledge had led her to the very heart of Egypt's history, and she was about to make a discovery that would forever change the course of her life.
By A. A. Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Hidden Treasure
Amelia's heart raced as she crouched behind the dilapidated shed, rain pelting down like tears from the heavens. In her trembling hands, she clutched a crumpled map, the key to her father's mysterious treasure. Legends whispered that her father, a feared pirate, had concealed his riches on this remote island. The map, her sole inheritance, was cryptic, weaving secrets into its faded parchment. Ignoring the relentless rain, Amelia followed the map's intricate path through the thick, ancient jungle, where prehistoric ferns loomed like silent sentinels. Her journey was fraught with peril - quicksand, venomous snakes, and jagged cliffs. But resolve propelled her forward; destiny called her name. Finally, she stood upon the map's elusive "X," her heart pounding. Digging fervently, she unearthed a battered chest. As she cracked it open, her eyes widened in disbelief. Gold coins gleamed, gemstones sparkled, and jewels adorned the sand like a surreal tapestry. Amelia's spirit soared as she realized her father's legacy was truth, not myth. With the treasure secure, she vowed to craft a brighter future, free from past hardships. She would honor her father's memory by using the wealth for noble pursuits, embarking on a new voyage, leaving the treacherous island to its secrets. As the rain dwindled, Amelia stood victorious, her life forever transformed by her father's enduring legacy.
By Ifeanyi Josh Obimba3 years ago in Fiction
IMUETINYANOSA
WAKE UP! Sleeping on my bed, I heard my phone’s alarm buzz out so loud with the first few lines of the song: “my generation is waiting…”, Two of my friends were on their own beds too jumped off their beds to shake me off from sleep, “your alarm woke us up, this is the sixth time it buzzed yet you’re sleeping!”, One of them confessed how the words from this song had reshaped her thoughts and set her on her feet to become better… Yet there I am, the owner of the phone turning from one side to another, perhaps because it’s a Saturday and there’s no work but no it happens every time!
By Omolola Osunde3 years ago in Fiction
Presidential Pranks
George smiles at himself as he holds up a hand mirror, reflecting the stately sitting room behind him. The blues of the couches and yellows in the wallpaper outline his grin. He’s trying his best to hold back his laughter. It’s not going well. He wants to show off.
By Jennifer Triplett3 years ago in Fiction
Elena and Gabriel: A Love Painted in Dreams
Once upon a time in a quaint, sun-kissed village nestled between rolling hills, there lived two lovers named Elena and Gabriel. Their love story was the stuff of legends, whispered about in hushed tones around campfires and told to generations of wide-eyed children.
By April Ekeh3 years ago in Fiction
Canvas of Destiny
There are times in the domain of human experience that stick with us, moments that change the course of our lives, moments when we find ourselves on the edge of destiny. On a warm August day, I experienced one such moment that permanently changed the picture of my life. It had started off like any other day. My bedroom window let in the sun's golden rays, which created a soft glow on the weathered hardwood floor. Outside my window, the world appeared to be going about its business as normal, oblivious to the change that was about to happen inside the walls of my small house. I hurried to tell my family the momentous news. Their encouragement gave my dreams life, and their delight and pride lit up their cheeks. In particular, my sister had always been my confidante and a constant source of support. She gave me a hard hug and said, "This is your moment," her eyes glistening with genuine joy. A wave of resolve followed the invitation. I went back to my messy studio, my haven where I had spent hours putting my heart and soul onto canvas. The space was a mishmash of hues, materials, and inspiration-scraps, parts and pieces of the world I wished to depict via my paintings. Each stroke I made became an act of devotion, a declaration of my unflinching dedication to the profession that had taken over my life. As I lost myself in the rhythmic dance between paint and canvas, days turned into nights. The beautiful landscapes, abstract feelings, and unknown stories that developed beneath my fingertips appeared to take precedence over the world outside, which appeared to disappear. My understanding family helped me in my zeal. They were aware of the passion I felt inside and my intense desire to produce something extraordinary. They understood that this exhibition represented a turning point in a lifelong artistic journey rather than just a final destination. My excitement was tempered by a distinct emotion as the exhibition date approached—doubt. Could my work truly be compared to the best in the world? I was anxious about being evaluated by the critical eyes of the international art community. Questions that gnawed at my confidence kept me awake at night. My sister helped me maintain my shaky resolve in the middle of my emotional struggle. She observed the conflict raging within of me and, with a comforting smile, reminded me of the endless hours I had invested in perfecting my skill, the difficulties I had overcome, and the numerous lives my art had affected. Keep in mind that your art is a representation of your spirit, she advised. It conveys your personality, your story, and your own viewpoint. Nobody else is able to produce what you do. I was rescued from the depths of self-doubt by her remarks. As I embraced my inventions with increased conviction, they became my mantra. I realized that my art was more than just a technical expression; it was also a reflection of my experiences and feelings, an extension of my heart and soul.
By Olivia James3 years ago in Fiction
MAGICAL LAND OF ELDORIA
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Eldoria, there existed a kingdom ruled by a wise and just king named Arthur. The kingdom was known for its breathtaking landscapes, towering castles, and vibrant marketplaces. But beneath the surface, a deep darkness was brewing.
By YVONNE MARK3 years ago in Fiction
