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The Hunt or the Lesson – The Tale of the Monkey, the Horse, and the Lion
It was a hot afternoon in Sierra Leone. The golden sunlight spread across the grassy plains, and the dry air carried the scent of dust. At the edge of the forest, a curious monkey named Maka sat high on a branch, scanning the open field below.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Monkey – A Sierra Leone Friendship
Sierra Leone’s mornings are like no other—mist clinging to the tops of the Loma Mountains, birds waking the forest with their calls, and the smell of rain still lingering from the night before. In the lowland plains, where grasslands meet dense rainforest, the wildlife stirs to life—elephants move like silent giants, antelopes browse among the trees, and somewhere deep within, the roar of a lion rolls through the damp air.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Child and the Lion
The forest was old—its trees tall and thick, their branches weaving together like whispered secrets of time. Moss blanketed the earth, soft under bare feet, and the scent of pine, earth, and wildflowers filled the air. Birds chirped, wind hummed through the leaves, and somewhere in the distance, the low growl of a predator echoed faintly.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Goat and the Lion
The Goat and the Lion – A Tale of Trust in the Heart of the Wild In the valley of Taramara, where tall pines brushed the clouds and silence hung like mist over the earth, a tale bloomed—one that the forest creatures still whisper on windy nights. It is the story of a goat and a lion. Two souls, so different in strength, in purpose, and in destiny—yet bound by something neither claws nor horns could touch: trust.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Roar
The Last Roar In the heart of an ancient jungle where time seemed carved into tree bark and whispered through leaves, two kings ruled in silence—the lion and the wolf. One was the traditional sovereign of the savannah, a creature of golden mane and commanding roar. The other, a shadow from the mountains—silver-eyed, silent, and ruthless.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
Echoes Across the Stream
Story: The scent of pine and musty wood rose from the forest floor, whispering secrets through the rain. A splintered stump lay beside a trickling stream, its jagged edges like broken memories carved into time. Rain drizzled gently through the canopy above, each drop falling like a heartbeat against the earth. One fell from a low-hanging branch, slipping down the back of an elephant’s ear and sliding down his thick grey skin. He did not flinch. He simply stood, unmoving, eyes staring ahead—toward something only he seemed to see.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
When the Lion Fell
When the Lion Fell — A Tale of Two Foxes and the Rise of a New Reign The forest does not forget. Its soil drinks stories, its trees bear scars, and its wind carries whispers too old for time to erase. Deep in this wilderness—where shadows are longer than memory—ruled a lion named Azhdar. His mane was thick with dried blood, his claws dulled from too many kills. He did not roar to speak, he roared to silence. He was not a king. He was a tyrant.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Pines
In the far edges of the old forest, where the pine trees bend like monks in prayer and moonlight hangs heavy like secrets, two foxes moved side by side. One was swift, amber-eyed, her steps light as wind over water. The other, limping but proud, carried old scars that time refused to erase. Their names were lost to the world, but to each other, they were everything.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Pact
The Crimson Pact > “Two foxes danced under the haunted sky, unaware the lion wept with hunger nearby.” It begins in the silence before the scream. The forest is still. Too still. Every leaf suspended in air like it had been waiting for something dreadful to arrive. Something ancient. Something inevitable.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Horror
Foxes in the Fog
Foxes in the Fog In the dense hush of the forest, where fog snakes between black-barked trees and time bends around moss and root, two foxes moved through silence. One limped, her left paw torn by a trap now long abandoned. The other—sleek, crimson, alert—walked beside her, never letting their eyes drift from the shifting veil of mist ahead.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Foster House Whispers
The Foster House Whispers Grief takes many forms, but none as terrifying as hope twisted into obsession. My best friend used to be terrified of horror films. Even a paper cut in a movie could send her turning away, mumbling how she couldn’t watch. But something changed over the years. These days, she’s the one dragging me into dimly lit theaters, whispering, “Let’s see if this one leaves a mark.”
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Horror
