Short Story
The Seeds of Wealth: A Story of Financial Wisdom
There once was a small village where Ethan, a wise old man, lived. Ethan was well-known for leading a modest yet successful life. Ethan always seemed happy and secure, in contrast to many of the other villagers who had financial difficulties. One day, he was approached by a curious young man named Oliver who said, "Ethan, what is the secret to your financial success?"
By Muhammad Aslam2 years ago in Fiction
The price of faith
Faith is fragile, pure, and rare, A bond that hearts and souls declare. It blooms in truth and honest light, But shatters in the darkest night. A seed of trust that grows with care, It needs no wealth, just love to share. Yet when it’s broken, torn apart, It leaves a scar upon the heart. The price of faith is deep and wide, It can’t be bought, it can’t be lied. A treasure found in words and deeds, It’s in our hopes, our silent needs. Guard it well, this gift so true, In every bond between me and you. For once it's lost, it's hard to mend, The price of faith, a story's end.
By Kavitha Ganesan 2 years ago in Fiction
An empty room with no one
In a room so still and bare, Silent whispers fill the air. No footsteps echo on the floor, Just quiet walls, and nothing more. The sunlight streams through the pane, Yet no one's there to share the rain. Empty chairs, a lonely view, A space that's waiting, just for you. The shadows dance as day turns night, In this room devoid of light. Yet in the stillness, there's a hum, A quiet peace, where thoughts will come. An empty room, a silent place, A refuge found in empty space. Where time stands still, and dreams can grow, In the quiet, all things flow. This poem captures the essence of solitude and reflection in an empty room.
By Kavitha Ganesan 2 years ago in Fiction
Shanghai Currency
In the bustling heart of Shanghai, a streamer navigated through a sprawling shopping mall, the kind that screamed luxury from every polished marble floor to every glimmering glass storefront. The mall was a paradise for the wealthy, where the world's most prestigious brands and high-end restaurants lined the corridors, each more opulent than the last.
By Harry Haller2 years ago in Fiction
Today
The flashback of the night, six months ago, ran through his head, as he stared at his phone. The only light in the room was from his phone screen. The phone flashed a picture of a happy family with their faces scratched away. A message under it read, "They know what you did." Realization dawned onto him. He knew none of them, except one. The one man, whose face was the cause of distress in his life. His face grew pale, a lump forming in his throat as he read the new message, "I'm coming for you. Today is the day, today is your day, today your past will catch up to you, today death will come to you."
By User Key Unknown2 years ago in Fiction
GUILT. Content Warning.
The result of his actions weighed on him like a ton of bricks, while he sat at the edge of the building, watching over the city lights. The horrendous incident kept flashing before his eyes. Tears pooled around the corner of his eyes, reminiscing the doomed night.
By User Key Unknown2 years ago in Fiction
