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The Unknown Friend
The small river that flowed beside the village was called "Madhumati." Its water was crystal clear, like glass. In the morning, when the sunlight fell on the river, it seemed as if gold was floating on the water. By this river lived a little girl named Mita. Mita was only ten years old, but her eyes held an extraordinary vision. She often wondered how big the world was and how small she was in comparison.
By Hasibul Kabir2 years ago in Poets
Unic's Journey Through the Air
In a distant land, nestled deep within an enchanted forest, there lived a little fairy named Unic. Unic was no ordinary fairy; she possessed a unique gift that set her apart from the others. While most fairies fluttered about on delicate wings, Unic had the extraordinary ability to merge with the air itself. She could glide effortlessly through the breeze, feeling the wind’s gentle caress and the soft embrace of the clouds. Her home was a cozy nook in the heart of the forest, surrounded by towering trees and crystal-clear streams. But despite the beauty of her surroundings, Unic’s heart always yearned for the vast, open sky above.
By Hasibul Kabir2 years ago in Poets
Companion of the Unknown Road
It was a cool winter morning. The streets were covered in mist, and the world seemed trapped between light and shadow. Sadya stood at the bus stop, dressed in her school uniform and held a book bag. Her heart was full of excitement and tension. Today was her first university registration interview day. She had been preparing for this moment for months, and as soon as she learned that this day would bring something into her life that she never imagined.
By Hasibul Kabir2 years ago in Poets
The Whispering Shadows
In the small, quiet village, there was an old abandoned house known as the The villagers spoke about it in steaming colours and warned others to avoid it at all costs. As far as everyone could remember, the house was empty, covered with broken windows and grape walls. During the night, strange sounds often came out of the house, but no one dared to look it up.
By Hasibul Kabir2 years ago in Poets
Scary ghost stories
The story is about my high school life when I skipped classes. At the time, I was very naughty and mischievous. I and my friends Raju and Chintu bothered everyone in the class. In a nutshell, we tore them apart before. We had a boy in our class; his name was Shiva. We tore him a little more. Almost every day, during lessons, we held him in our ears for no reason. When we go to the toilet, we close the toilet door from the outside. Chintu once cut off his hair, but he never complained to anyone. One day, Abdul Shiva suggested the girls to the class for no reason and pushed her away. The girls in my class laughed a lot. But that was the first time I felt very bad. That day, we had evening classes. As always, Raju and Chintu interrupted the girl by throwing a rubber player. As soon as the teacher in our class saw us, he got mad and kicked us out of the class. As soon as we came out, I saw Abdul not standing there. Sir had already abandoned Abdul from his class. We were standing outside of class. Raju said: "Hey brother, look, Shiva." We looked there and saw him standing under the stairs. Shiva turned and looked at her middle finger. When we saw it, our heads got so hot. He has that courage and shows us the middle finger. I have to give him a lesson today. Now let's go. Chintu said that, and we went to Shiva, and we followed him too. We arrived at the toilet on the third floor when we followed him. Yes, the beetle appears to be hiding in the toilet. Chintu told us: "Hey, don't go, we have to show some fun." As soon as we entered, Shiva sat on the floor with her back and ate something. The sound was like eating a carrot. “Bumblebee, you have so much strength.
By Munni Akter2 years ago in Poets
The Quiet Confidence of Being Yourself
This sentence really hits the nail on the head. I find that people feel a lot more relaxed after giving up on "self-explanation" because it is so difficult for people to understand each other. Once you start explaining, you have to keep explaining and proving yourself. In the end, it is only to prove to others: "I am me, I am like this."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The Bargain
Digging The old man was alone in a slightly lit cabin, with candles flickering against the damp wooden wall. Outside, the wind blew like a wounded animal and rattled the shutters. Nathaniel had seen many storms in his year, but no one had made him uneasy. I felt something was wrong at night.
By Munni Akter2 years ago in Poets
