Short Story
The Incident of Chamary The Loan Book
The incident of Chamaria… The loan book Since childhood, we used to go to the shop and buy things with the loan book… So the loan book is very familiar to us… The loan book did not disappear when we went to the bank. It was just modified and became a plastic card…
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
St. Patrick’s Day parade celebrates Boston heritage in America’s most Irish big city.
St. Patrick’s Day parade celebrates Boston heritage in America’s most Irish big city. On Sunday March 16, 2025 Boston's streets were awash in a sea of green as the city celebrated its annual South Boston St. Patrick's Day Parade. Recognized as one of the nation's most prominent observances of Irish heritage the event drew massive crowds underscoring Boston's deep-rooted Irish American community. The parade commenced at 11:30 a.m a deliberate shift to an earlier start time implemented by organizers aiming to foster a more family friendly environment. This change was part of a broader initiative to address concerns from previous years regarding public intoxication and disorderly conduct. In tandem with the adjusted schedule local establishments faced restrictions with bars required to cease entry by 6:30 p.m and halt alcohol service by 7 p.m.
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of a Broken Heart
Heartache in the Shadows Love Lost, Souls Entwined, and the Haunting Echoes of the Past The First Chapter: The Cursed Manor The night was cold, but not from the weather alone. Anyone who dared approach the abandoned Whitmore Manor felt a chill down their spine. People in the town talked about a ghostly woman who would wander the halls and call for a lover who had been betrayed for years. No one dared to stay after dark—no one, except Alina.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Breath of Winter
The Last Breath of Winter The Snow's Whispers in the First Chapter That evening, the cold was relentless. The scent of burning wood and something else—something far more sinister—were carried by the howling wind, which sounded like a tortured soul. Asha pulled her scarf tighter around her face as she trudged through the snow-covered path leading to the abandoned cottage at the edge of the village. This one was different from her usual fascination with mysteries. The young man Aidan Blackwood, who had vanished ten years earlier on a winter night, was the subject of rumors that circulated throughout the town. Some said he had been murdered by his own fiancée, others believed he had simply wandered into the snowstorm and never returned. Asha, however, was determined to uncover the truth.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for God
The taxi came to a stop at the mouth of the street. The middle-aged couple alighted from it and made their way into the midnight darkness of the seedy tenement cul-de-sac. They had never set foot in this ghetto jungle before, and hope to never once they conclude their business here. They held each other’s hand while walking intensely.
By Philip OYOK2 years ago in Fiction
