Fiction

The last leaf
The spotlight had always been her comfort zone. From the age of six, Aisha had known the stage like the back of her hand. Each leap, each twirl was an expression of her soul. Now at twenty-two, she stood at the edge of the grandest stage in Europe, about to perform in the final round of the Global Dance Masters competition. It should’ve been the proudest moment of her life.
By Haseeb niamat9 months ago in Art
Back in Action: A High-Octane Masterpiece That Redefines the Action-Comedy Genre
🎬 Introduction In a cinematic landscape oversaturated with reboots and sequels, Back in Action explodes onto the screen like a breath of fresh, adrenaline-pumped air. Directed by the visionary Alex Rivera and starring the dynamic duo Emily Blunt and Dwayne Johnson, this film isn’t just a movie—it’s a rollercoaster ride of laughter, heart, and jaw-dropping stunts. Buckle up, because Back in Action is here to remind us why we fell in love with action-comedies in the first place.
By Kevin Hudson9 months ago in Art
Brushstrokes of Silence
When Colors Speak Louder Than Words The gallery was quiet, save for the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath Maya Lennox’s feet. The scent of linseed oil and aged canvas lingered in the air—a perfume that only true artists could appreciate. The walls were lined with her late father’s paintings, and though she had grown up around them, today they felt foreign, enigmatic—as if they were keeping secrets from her.
By Qaisar Jan9 months ago in Art
Havoc (2024) Review – Tom Hardy’s Relentless Descent into a City of Chaos
In a cinematic landscape often saturated with formulaic action thrillers, Gareth Evans’ Havoc arrives like a brutal storm—raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically chaotic. Starring the ever-committed Tom Hardy as a battered but relentless detective, Havoc plunges viewers into a city drowning in crime, corruption, and betrayal. At once a visceral action spectacle and a grim urban odyssey, the film is a modern noir that demands attention, if not reverence.
By Kevin Hudson9 months ago in Art
Potchitra of Bengal: A Canvas of Tradition and Storytelling
For over two and a half millennia, Potchitra has been intertwined with the soul of the Indian subcontinent — a canvas where myth, devotion, protest, and pedagogy dance in vibrant colors. More than mere decoration, it has served as sacred expression, an educational medium, and a mirror to societal change. This ancient form of art, deeply woven into the cultural fabric of Bengal, is not just painted — it is performed, sung, lived.
By Riham Rahman 9 months ago in Art
Wheels of Color: The Vibrant Tradition of Bangladesh’s Rickshaw Art
Bangladesh, a country rich in culture and creativity, is home to one of the most unique and colorful folk art traditions in South Asia—rickshaw art. Found on the three-wheeled cycle rickshaws that crowd the streets of Dhaka, Chattogram, and other cities, this mobile artwork transforms ordinary vehicles into vibrant canvases that tell stories, evoke emotions, and reflect the soul of the nation. Rickshaw art is not just a decorative form of expression; it is a cultural statement, a voice of the urban poor, and an emblem of the country’s creative resilience.
By Riham Rahman 9 months ago in Art
🌸🌸 20 Free Spring Coloring Pages That’ll Make You Feel Fresh, Happy & Creative 2🌸🌸
Spring has a way of making everything feel possible again. After months of gray skies and cold winds, the world bursts back into color — cherry blossoms bloom, birds return with their songs, and fresh grass peeks through the soil. It’s like nature takes a deep breath and says, “Let’s begin again.”
By The Waiting Tree9 months ago in Art
“The scar has a star in it, and it belongs to me.”
The Night Star of the Scar A Poem in Micro-Prose The first time I touched silence, it bled. This was the silence that resides within a person when the world has unraveled every thread and left only the ache of empty fabric—not the soft hush of snowfall or the stillness of a room. On a beach where the sky hadn't brought any stars, I ran into it. As if trying to recall a song it once sang to the moon, the sea kept exhaling. And while I was there, barefoot, I seasoned each memory. They assert that the body heals. But the spirit? Poetry is written by the soul in scar tissue. My left scar was small and just below my ribs. By the time I realized that love doesn't always stay—and sometimes it isn't meant to—it wasn't carved by a sword or a battle. That was the never-scabbed cut. That was the home of my silence. However, silence does not necessarily imply absence. It's sometimes the beginning of something sacred. Nearby, a bird landed—not just any bird, but a raven—slender and shrewd like the kind you think only exists in your imagination. It looked at me like it knew everything I hadn't said about my betrayal. "Are you still awaiting a call?" It seemed to inquire. I whispered, "No." "I'm waiting for something that could be worth becoming." Once did the raven blink. "Then you're getting close," A single feather was all that remained of it as it vanished into the pitch-black wind. As if it were a thought I didn't want to forget, I tucked it behind my ear. Nights went by. Perhaps years. When you stop begging it for answers, time folds strangely. I wandered through rust-colored and prayer-filled cities. People I met had oceans in their wounds and galaxies in their eyes. I discovered that joy—joy can be rebellion—and grief—can become art. I met a woman in the middle of nowhere who carried a compass without a needle. She stated to me, "Direction is a lie." "All roads lead inward if you're brave enough." So I entered. I walked through the cathedral of my own ribs, past memories that pulsed like reversed constellations and old laughter. Then I discovered it. The middle the actual silence Not the injury. The absence, not. However, there is still a dim flame burning beneath everything. It did not yell. It failed to shine. It was just that. like holding a note too long. like a name you can't remember when you say it, but you know in your bones. I felt it as I placed my hand over my heart: a wound that has a star inside. That was the turning point in my life. Many people have the misconception that becoming real entails accumulating scars, enduring hardships, or ultimately finding love. But it isn't. It is the moment when you still decide to stay because you see yourself fully—raw, luminous, and without shame. Under a star-filled sky that night, I carved the truth into my breath: "I own the scar, which has a star in it." It didn't come from a book. It wasn't said by anyone else first. Since the day it learned that beauty is the birthplace of pain, not the opposite, my soul had been carving this phrase into my skin. Therefore, should you ever forget who you are... If the world shuts you down, cracks you open, and makes you feel empty... Head for the water. Go all the way to the sky's edge. Let the tide wash away your expectations. And keep in mind: "I own the scar, which has a star in it." It should burn. Be guided by it. Allow it to infuse your spirit with everything you've built up over time.
By Putul9 months ago in Art
EROTIC LOVE STORY GENERATOR : Seduction in the Shadows
When it comes to creating erotic love stories, having a reliable generator can make all the difference. The erotic love stories generator Advantage is a tool that can help writers come up with engaging and steamy narratives that captivate readers' attention.
By erotic love9 months ago in Art
End of world
The End of the World in Islam In Islam, the end of the world, known as Qiyamah (the Day of Judgment), is a fundamental belief. It marks the end of earthly life and the beginning of eternal life in the Hereafter. Both the Qur'an and the Hadith (sayings of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him) provide detailed descriptions of this final event and its signs.
By Run4 Pro9 months ago in Art
The Sky Remembers Everything
A Boy Who Watched the Clouds In a quiet town surrounded by hills and open skies, lived a 13-year-old boy named Aiden Vale. He didn’t have many friends, but he loved the sky. Every day, he would lie on the grass, arms behind his head, and watch the clouds drift by.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Art
Mike Waltz: A Veteran, Statesman, and Advocate for Florida
Mike Waltz is a name synonymous with dedication, leadership, and public service. A decorated U.S. Army Green Beret, a national security expert, and a U.S. Representative for Florida’s 6th congressional district, Waltz has spent his life serving his country both on and off the battlefield. His journey from military service to Congress reflects his unwavering commitment to American values, national security, and the well-being of his constituents.
By Rocky Brahma9 months ago in Art