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Lost in Translation
A priest was almost done with his missionary work with the local tribes in the jungle, and several of the members of the tribe had been taught and converted to Christianity from his work. He never got around to teaching the people how to read, however, so he was concerned on the effect his departure would have on their community. Eager to give them something, he set about teaching the king a few rudimentary words.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Beneath the Streetlights
Chapter 1: Shadows on the Walk Home I always took the same route home after my late shifts at the diner—down Maple Street, past the boarded-up library, across the abandoned lot, and through the quiet stretch where the streetlights stood like weary sentinels.
By Lucianabout a year ago in Fiction
Under the Same Stars
Every night after work, Mia would climb up the old fire escape to the roof of her apartment building in New York City. She would sit on the ledge, hugging her knees, and look up at the endless stretch of stars. It was her escape from the noise, the loneliness, the ache of missing something — or someone — she hadn’t even met yet.
By Muhammad Ibrarabout a year ago in Fiction
The whistler of wren hollow
The Miller family moved into the house at the edge of Wren Hollow on a rainy spring morning. It wasn’t much — the roof sagged, the floors creaked, and the woods beyond whispered in a language only trees knew — but it was theirs.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Kingdom Under the Pillow . AI-Generated.
In an invisible world to humans, where children's dreams are carefully woven, there was a strange kingdom called "Dentalis". It was a one-of-a-kind kingdom; home to charming creatures that were nourished by the dreams crafted by children during their sleep. These dreams, which pulsated with life, represented the kingdom's energy and the secret to its survival. Every new dream birthed a glowing crystal in the sky, but as dreams stopped, the kingdom began to fade.
By Lacen about a year ago in Fiction
High Powers
The cold wind swept across the shattered land. Jagged mountains stood like silent guardians around a vast valley of ruins. In the middle of it all, a young traveler named Aren stood still, his cloak flapping in the night breeze. Above him, the sky was alive — a swirl of stars, purple clouds, and a giant glowing ring spinning like a portal to another world.
By Waqar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Previous Tenant Left a Diary Under My Floorboards. It’s Dated Next Year.
The First Entry When I moved into the old apartment on Willow Street, the landlord told me the previous tenant had left in a hurry. "Quiet girl," he said, shrugging. "Never caused any trouble."
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Forgotten"
Lydia Montgomery has spent years burying herself in the past, unable to move on from the tragic death of her fiancé Michael, who died in a car accident three years ago. She has avoided the world of love and desire and immersed herself in her work as an art historian.
By robin jamesabout a year ago in Fiction
The One Lesson Death Taught Me About Living Fully. AI-Generated.
It wasn’t a movie moment. No dramatic music, no big monologue. It was just a text message from my sister: "Call me. It’s urgent."
By Muhammad Rehanabout a year ago in Fiction
Half a Soul
In a quiet little village, there lived a girl named Dora Ettings. She was not like other girls her age. When she was very young, a wicked fairy cursed her and stole half of her soul.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Every Life She Had Lived
It started with flashes. When Elara turned sixteen, she thought the faint images she saw when she closed her eyes were just vivid dreams — pieces of fantasy stitched together by a restless mind. A battlefield under a burning red sky. A marketplace filled with the chatter of ancient tongues. A darkened library where parchment crumbled at her touch.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper Between
What if Death is just Life’s quiet twin, a breath held deep between the skin? Not an end, but a veil—thin, unspun— where shadows dance with the unborn sun?
By Avs about a year ago in Fiction