Holy Evil

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INNOCENT SOLDIER
In the days of yore, when news traveled no faster than the village’s slowest goat, a band of insurgents would occasionally roll through town like an ill wind. These were not the kind of visitors who came bearing gifts or sweet stories from the city; no, these were the types who arrived with stern faces, dusty boots, and an agenda that included one thing: forcefully recruiting the village’s young lads into their ranks to "serve the nation." Of course, the nature of this service was as vague as the exact location of their headquarters, but who were the villagers to question such official-sounding business?
By Holy Evilabout a year ago in Humor
A Night without Power
**A Night Without Power** One sunny afternoon, our peaceful household was thrown into chaos when an order was announced over the loudspeakers in the neighborhood. The message was simple: anyone who didn’t pay their light bill would have their electricity disconnected.
By Holy Evilabout a year ago in Humor
A Village Hero's Day at the Hospital
**A Village Hero’s Day at the Hospital: A Comedy of Errors** In a small, sleepy village where the loudest sound was usually a rooster with a serious attitude problem, lived a man named Bhola. Now, Bhola wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had a heart as big as his belly. One fine morning, Bhola woke up with a peculiar problem—his lungs were staging a protest, and every breath felt like he was trying to suck air through a straw stuck in a mango.
By Holy Evilabout a year ago in Humor
Funny
So his is how Story begins. On a scorching hot day, where the sun seemed to be in competition with itself to see just how much it could roast us alive, my friend and I made the questionable decision to go fishing. You know, that relaxing activity where you sit by the water, cast a line, and wait patiently for a fish to bite—only, we decided to do it the hard way. Instead of heading to the nearby lake, we thought it would be a brilliant idea to embark on a long, exhausting journey up hills and down valleys to reach the most remote fishing spot imaginable. Because, clearly, that’s where the *real* fish are, right?
By Holy Evilabout a year ago in Humor
My Father had a Dream
I was born on a cold October night, a night etched in the depths of my memory, even though it was long before I could truly understand the world around me. As a child, I watched my father meticulously build our home, brick by brick, with a dedication that seemed to transcend the ordinary. Each brick he laid was not just a building block, but a symbol of his dreams, hopes, and love for our family. That humble structure, which we called "Home Sweet Home," was more than just a house; it was a testament to his unwavering commitment to providing us with a safe and loving environment.
By Holy Evilabout a year ago in Confessions
My Funny Dream
"It was a dark and stormy night—the kind that makes you want to curl up under the covers and hide from the world. Lightning was flashing outside my window like nature's strobe light, and thunder was doing its best impression of a rock band warming up for a concert. Every time it boomed, I couldn't help but imagine that some giant was upstairs, trying to bowl a perfect strike. Despite my best efforts to ignore it, I was wide awake, listening to the storm rage on.
By Holy Evilabout a year ago in Fiction