Short Story
Pooh meets Paddington
Pooh was on his daily walk through the Hundred Acre Wood when he saw what looked like another bear. He continued on and when he was side by side with this stranger that kind of looked like him, his tummy started to growl when he smelled something sweet when he met up with him. Pooh asked the stranger "Are you lost?" The stranger quietly shook his head. Pooh offered to take him to his house and later to Christopher Robin to help. Pooh wondered what the smell was, and the stranger said, "Marmalade." By the way my name is Paddington.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
It was the summer of '69
This tale is one that borrows from life itself. It is, however, largely fictional. “I don’t know how many clothes to bring,” Paloma said, digging about in her suitcase. “Do you think there’ll be a washing machine? I can’t fit much more in here.”
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 13
TUS NUA – ch 13 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Everyone watched as the orb opened and Finola, Jules, Mary, Laura, and Beverly stepped out. Annora rushed to Beverly and hugged her tightly. “Oh, Beverly, thank God, they found you. Mia said you took a wrong turn and lost your way. We were so worried about you.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
The View Was Beautiful. But I Was Not in It
The view was perfect. From the top of Hill Nine, you could see the entire valley below — green fields stretching like a velvet cloth, a small lake shining like a silver mirror, and tiny houses scattered like children's toys. The sky was a soft blue, almost unreal, and the clouds looked like they had been painted with careful strokes.
By Muhammad Adilabout a year ago in Fiction
How I Survived Being Invisible
this story is create by khalid khan When I was twelve, I realized I was invisible. Not in a magical or comic book way—just in the way that makes your voice disappear in a crowded room, your name fade from people’s memories, and your presence go unnoticed unless someone needs a favor.
By khalid khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Melody
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers towered and streets buzzed with life, there was a small, unassuming music shop. Its weathered sign read "Melodia's," a name that once held the promise of magic but had long been forgotten in the city's noise. The shop was a relic of a bygone era, its windows filled with dusty instruments that had lost their shine. Yet, within its walls, a story of magic and redemption was waiting to unfold.
By NIAZ Muhammadabout a year ago in Fiction
Real Money Heist – Part 1: The Planner
I still remember the first time I met him. Not in some dark alley or abandoned warehouse like they show in movies. It was at Gloria Jean’s in DHA Phase 6, Lahore. A quiet Thursday. Rain on the windows. He was already there — sipping black coffee, no sugar. Looked like someone’s retired uncle, not the man who would plan the biggest heist Pakistan never found out about.
By Sofia Elira Solenneabout a year ago in Fiction
Underwaterfall
Lakeside Fowler grew up in the trenches. The shells and bombers roared overhead while he tended to the wounded. At sixteen, having lied about his age to enlist, he whispered comforting words in soldiers’ ears as he bandaged their wounds. Having no real doctoring skills, that and some cauterising with hot knives was all he could really do until the real medicos came to do the necessary amputations and such.
By robert fishermanabout a year ago in Fiction
