Short Story
10 Ways to Manage Workplace Jealousy
10 Ways to Manage Workplace Jealousy with professionalism.. Workplace jealousy can take many forms. Microaggressions, gossip, exclusion, passive-aggressive behavior, or even open animosity. Without proper resolution, it will cultivate a toxic environment that can impact any individual and the whole team's performance. Dealing with jealousy at work takes self-awareness, strategic communication, and emotional intelligence.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Fox . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a vast and vibrant jungle, there lived a powerful lion named Zarrar. He was the undisputed king of the forest, feared by all animals for his strength and dominance. His deep roar could send chills down the spines of the bravest creatures, and no one dared to cross his path. Life in the jungle revolved around the lion, and every creature respected the law of the king. However, as wise as he was strong, Zarrar often felt the burden of leadership. He knew ruling a jungle wasn't just about power—it required wisdom, foresight, and allies he could trust. He needed someone not just strong, but clever—someone who could see what he could not. One day, a clever fox named Laila approached the lion. She was not strong or fierce like Zarrar, but her eyes sparkled with intelligence. Bowing gracefully, she said, “O mighty king, I wish to serve you. While I may not have the strength of a lion, I offer you something equally valuable—my wit and loyalty.” Intrigued, the lion studied her carefully. Most animals came to him out of fear or for their own benefit. But this fox was different. There was sincerity in her voice and courage in her calmness. “I accept your offer, Laila,” the lion said, “but know this—true loyalty is tested not in times of peace, but in times of danger.” From that day on, Laila became the lion’s trusted advisor. She accompanied him during hunts, whispered strategies in his ears, and warned him of deceitful animals who sought to manipulate the king. The lion soon realized that Laila was more than an advisor—she was a guardian of his reign, keeping threats at bay not with claws, but with cunning. Seasons passed, and peace prevailed in the jungle. But peace is a fragile thing. One stormy night, the lion fell ill. His strength began to fade, and he no longer roared with the same thunder. Rumors spread quickly—“The king is weak!” “He cannot protect us anymore!” A group of ambitious hyenas and wild dogs, who had always envied the lion’s rule, plotted to take over the jungle. They formed an alliance and decided to attack the lion while he rested in his den. But Laila, sharp-eared and sharp-minded, overheard their plan. She raced to the lion’s den, waking him with urgency. “My king,” she whispered, “the shadows are moving against you. They think you are alone. But I am with you.” Zarrar tried to rise, but his legs trembled. “I cannot fight them now, Laila,” he groaned. “They will devour me.” Laila smiled. “Then let me fight for you—not with claws, but with my mind.” The next morning, the rebels approached the lion’s cave, snarling and ready. But before they could enter, Laila appeared before them. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. The leader of the rebels laughed. “The lion is old and sick. The jungle needs a new king.” Laila nodded thoughtfully. “You are right. The jungle deserves a strong leader. But are you sure he’s sick? I just spoke to him—he’s preparing for battle, sharpening his claws, and planning a hunt.” The rebels hesitated. Laila leaned closer. “And do you really think the other animals will follow you? The elephants? The tigers? The eagles? They still respect the lion. If you move against him and fail, you will be hunted forever.” Her words, calm but sharp, pierced the rebels’ confidence. Doubt crept in. What if the lion was faking weakness? What if the jungle would turn against them? Uncertain and shaken, the rebels scattered. Laila watched them disappear into the forest, then returned to the lion. “They are gone, my king,” she said. Zarrar looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “You saved my life, Laila. You saved the jungle.” With time, the lion recovered. His strength returned, and so did the order in the jungle. But he never forgot that during his weakest moment, it was not strength, but loyalty and wisdom that protected his throne. From that day forward, Laila was no longer just an advisor. She was honored as the Guardian of the Jungle’s Throne, and every creature in the forest learned that sometimes, the smallest can make the biggest difference.
By Ahmad khan2 years ago in Fiction
In The Quiet Corners
It was always in the quiet corners that Oliver found her. Library nooks where dust danced in golden slivers of light, empty music rooms where forgotten pianos sat in soft silence, or on the park bench under the magnolia tree that bloomed even when the world felt asleep. Nora had a way of inhabiting spaces as if she belonged to them more than they belonged to her.
By Elendionne2 years ago in Fiction
The Shape of Almost
Elena had always believed love would feel like sunlight—warm, sure, and constant. And for a while, it did. Or maybe she’d just convinced herself it did. It was easy to believe when James held her hand in public, when he kissed her forehead before bed, when he told her he loved her every morning like it was a reflex.
By Elendionne2 years ago in Fiction
LOST !
Once upon a heavy dusk, when the sky was painted with tired blues and forgotten gold, a simple boy stood on the edge of a field he couldn’t name. His name was Nilo, and he was not lost in the world — no, the world was where it had always been. But he was lost from his own mind, far from the shores of his own soul.
By Shades of Faith 2 years ago in Fiction
Meet You in the Heaven
The old oak tree still stood where it always had, at the crest of the hill, overlooking the quiet town of Elmridge. Time had weathered its bark and thinned its branches, but it stood strong, just as they had once vowed to do. Every fall, the wind scattered golden leaves across the graveled path where Evelyn and Thomas used to walk hand in hand. Now, only Evelyn walked it, a cane in her right hand and a folded letter in her left.
By Sarwar Zeb2 years ago in Fiction
