Reading Challenge

Flight of the Phoenix Weaver
Asala, with eyes the color of twilight and hair like spun moonlight, was a weaver's daughter, her life as intricately woven as the tapestries her father crafted. Her nimble fingers, though small, possessed an uncanny talent, whispering stories into silk and dreams into wool. Every thread held a memory, every knot a whispered tale. But fate, a fickle weaver itself, decided to unravel Asala's life with a cruel twist. A raging storm at sea claimed her fragile vessel, leaving behind only a half-finished tapestry depicting a magnificent phoenix rising from a pyre of crimson flames.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
## Princess Tiara and the Whispering Waterfall
Princess Tiara loathed tiaras. The heavy jewels dug into her scalp, their sparkle a constant reminder of the gilded cage her life felt like. Unlike her sisters, who dreamt of balls and eligible suitors, Tiara yearned for adventure, for tales whispered on dusty scrolls and maps crinkled with the touch of explorers. The library, not the rose garden, became her sanctuary. There, with the scent of aged parchment and the hushed whispers of forgotten knowledge, Tiara felt truly alive.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
MY Books . Content Warning.
1.. Ask and answer the following questions in pairs/groups. Do you read and collect books other than textbooks? If yes, why?
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
Rin's Golden Dream. Content Warning.
Rain lashed against the rickety shack, the wind howling like a famished wolf. Inside, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, sat Rin. A skinny girl of ten, with eyes the color of storm clouds and hair like tangled seaweed, she clutched a worn book, its pages filled with fantastical tales of faraway lands and unimaginable wealth. It was her only escape from the harsh reality of her life.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Ink on Starlight . Content Warning.
Amara, a seasoned cartographer with ink-stained fingers and a thirst for the unknown, stumbled upon a weathered parchment tucked within a dusty tome. It depicted a swirling vortex, an impossible gateway rumored to lead to the Celestial Cartography, a mythical archive charted by constellations. The thought of such a place, a library woven from starlight, ignited a spark within her.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
The Sweet Sovereign and the Sugar Wall
Once upon a time in a realm where the skies shimmered with a candy-colored hue and the rivers flowed with the purest of honey, there existed a secret kingdom veiled by the legendary Sugar Wall. This wall, a colossal structure made entirely of crystalline sugar, sparkled under the sun, casting rainbows across the land that lay beyond.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Whispers in the Red Dust
Once upon a time Dr. Anya Petrova squinted at the Martian sunrise, the thin atmosphere turning the horizon a pale, bruised purple. Ten years. Ten years since she'd left the vibrant blue of Earth for the rusty red of Mars. Back then, she'd been filled with a fierce pioneer spirit, the first botanist on a fledgling colony. Now, a creeping loneliness gnawed at her.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Medha's dream
Hi, I’m Medha. Today, I found one of my notebooks I used for writing when I was in class one. But the funny part is, I can’t even understand what I wrote. At that time, I was learning to write. I couldn’t hold the pencil correctly. I couldn’t even draw a straight line. It reminded me of my childhood. I just loved to make doodles on my notebook and the wall of my room at that time. My parents and teacher worked hard to teach me handwriting. I did exercise a lot to improve my writing. My handwriting became good after a few years of practice.
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
The Boy Under the Tree
The bell rings for the start of the tiffin period, and the students of Kajla High School are rushing out of their classes to play. In the school playground, a group of boys starts to play cricket. In this group, there is a boy named Zahin While playing he notices a boy sitting under the Banyan tree at the corner of the playground. But he doesn’t think much of it. A well-struck ball runs toward the Banyan tree and stops just a few feet short of it. Zahin runs to collect the ball.
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
Bangabandhu, My Inspiration
Bangabandhu, My Inspiration. You must have heard the name of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman many a time. But how much do you know about him? Do you know that he has three names - khoka to his closest ones, Bangabandhu to the people of Bangladesh, and the great leader,Sheikh Mujibur Rahman to the world?
By Firuj Mia2 years ago in BookClub
Why You Definitely Can't Survive a Nuclear Winter
The world looked totally different after the atomic war - a place, where people just wiped out and where nature reclaimed its rights over the remnants of once proud civilization: ruins were the only trace of the former order of things. A few moments later, Mason became a witness of the catastrophic sight of a radioactive canyon, where the only thing that was left was a ruined world unable to rise from ashes of an atomic bomb.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in BookClub
I Quit.... Content Warning.
And She Died. Yes, She is No More. The only thing left with me is “regret of not reading the last line of her letter so initially” that could save her life by me. Writing what you feel is folded by two things of our life, firstly, if we started untrusting people the only option left with us with is writing what we feel or such things which we couldn’t share with anyone due to fear of our close ones traits on us or either being a joke in front of world, same things happen with me her as well. Secondly, happen with her….Be in the story…
By Kiran Bajulge2 years ago in BookClub