Adventure
ABondThroughTheFire
The city never slept, and neither did Jared Kinard. He sat in his unmarked car, the rain streaking down the windshield as the night stretched endlessly before him. The rhythmic patter against the glass was a familiar backdrop to his restless thoughts, though tonight it felt heavier, as if the city itself was bracing for something. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his gaze scanning the deserted street outside. Another case. Another innocent life on the line.
By BeeSparrow4 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 10
Our social currency is somewhat pegged to the strength of your nickname. Personally, growing up I’ve had a few including Bazza, Layba, Layknot, Leahy.D.D. and the staple Leahy. However, none of these come close to some of the classics we have at my club. We’ve got the relatively risky Nuts, Pubes, Ballbag and Mootface. There’s also the more politically correct yet catchy ones like Hooter, Teach, the Plumb, Donka, Lizard Man, Ship, Jesus, the Real, Patrick, Choofa, Yowie, Rowdy and Bluey. Personally, I’ve gotten the odd Scientist or Bobby (Willis or Sideshow) but have not yet graduated to full blown “what’s that bloke’s real name” status. Trust me, I’m not channelling my inner George Costanza*, because I know a lifetime nickname is only one stuff up away.
By S. J. Leahy4 months ago in Chapters
"How to Get Kids to Love Reading":
How to Get Kids to Love Reading: A Journey into the World of Books It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Parker household. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room, where the family was gathered. Dad was sipping his coffee, and Mom was sorting through the mail. Their son, Ethan, was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
By Muhammad Azeemullah4 months ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 9
I spent the past few days pondering how to ask Mr. Cross to date Jane, a tradition long forgotten by modern society, but expected here. Jane deserved better, but she wants me, knowing my brokenness, my past, she has always been there, waiting in the background all this time. Perhaps, I never saw her for who she was? I never saw her as a woman, until I saw her dolled up recently, a woman. Jane had a certain way of making me feel comfortable in my own skin, relaxed. Maybe this wouldn’t be a forever thing, but it was something worth tryin’. I pulled on my work gloves and yanked up on the hay bale in the barn and carried it outside, “Hey stranger!” My ears rang that familiar voice, one I haven’t heard in a few weeks, one I had nearly forgotten. “Grace?” Her bright smile toyed with my emotions. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I was speechless, I didn’t know what to say as I placed the hay bale in a nearby hay basket perched on the horse pen. “What’re you doin here?” My tone was dry, keeping my distance, a slight annoyance to my tone. “What’s got you in a fuss darlin?” She asked sashaying over to me, her arms reaching for my neck. I gently grabbed her wrists and stepped back. “Grace…stop.” My face stern, dropping her arms at her side, “What’s wrong Jasper?” Grace’s face twisted from joy to concern, “Why are you here Grace?” “Well, I hadn’t seen you in nearly two weeks!” “You should leave Grace…” My voice short, turning to head back into the barn. “What?” I pushed past every memorable pulse of the night we shared, remembering the heart wrenching moment I found her with Greg hours after. How she broke me. “You haven’t seen me in weeks and you’re just goin’ to shoo me off like I mean nothin’?” Grace challenged, her boots stomping towards me as I continued to make my way into the barn. “You don’t turn your back on me Jasper Black!” I quickly spun on my heel, inches from her, challenging her rage as I stood as tall as ever. “You answer me!” “I’m just done, Grace, okay?” Controlling my voice to a low grumble instead of yelling. I wasn’t trying to be mean, I just needed to set the boundary. Just then, Grace’s phone rang, “You should probably take that, might be Greg.” I sneered as I brushed past her. I needed to get space, to get away. I could hear Grace answer the phone saying Greg’s name. “I knew it…” I muttered my eyes rolling over.
By Sibley Shamra4 months ago in Chapters
Roxy Makaveli and the Shimmering Path
Chapter 1: The Silver Star The morning sun cast golden rays across the Kalos countryside as Roxy Makaveli adjusted the red bandana tied around her dark curls. Her leather jacket, adorned with pins from every region she'd visited, creaked slightly as she knelt down beside her most precious companion.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 7
The air was brisk, a light wind blowing through the screened windows as I rolled over to catch the sun’s light peeking over the mountaintops in the distance. With a large stretch, I rose from a restful slumber. My feet didn’t drag across the wooden beams like they had been the past few days, nor did my chin hang low. In fact, this morning felt like a new beginning all over. I thought I had already started over when I came home to take care of Pa and the ranch, but now I think, I shed something from my past. Grace made her decision, she may have tugged on my heart for all those years, but like Pa once said. “Never be so thirsty that you drink from every cup presented to you, that’s how you get poisoned.” His voice echoed in my head, crisp and clear from all those years ago. I never gave my father much credit growing up, I always thought he was hard to impress or that he was never happy with me. Except, now that I’ve returned home, I’ve never seen him so content, so happy. I just hope he’s proud of the man he built. Maybe one day I can explain things, but for now. It’s worth it just seeing Pa enjoy the rest of life in ease.
By Sibley Shamra4 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 9
Acquiring a brilliant keep sake is part and parcel of travelling overseas. As a collector, or borderline hoarder if my mum has a say, I definitely like getting little knickknacks at every new destination. Some of my main go-tos are stickers and patches, generally specific to the place I have visited. On this trip, during our short stay in Sri Lanka, I managed to purchase a patch and was off to a flying start. Little did I know, finding the right goods in Pakistan would prove slightly more challenging.
By S. J. Leahy4 months ago in Chapters
Advancing Sustainable Development Through Interdisciplinary Expertise: The Enduring Influence of Van T. Pho. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The intersection of labor economics, migration, gender equality, and sustainable development forms a vibrant and consequential domain of scholarship, one that exemplifies both intellectual depth and significant societal impact. Drawing on the complementary strengths of economics, political science, and the broader social sciences, this evolving field is at the forefront of understanding and guiding responses to global phenomena such as demographic shifts, economic inequality, and climate-driven disruption. In this dynamic context, Van T. Pho stands out as a leader whose research and practice set new standards of excellence, innovation, and relevance.
By Abdullah Jamil4 months ago in Chapters
The Forest of the Forgotten
Chapter Eleven Amnity was elbow-deep in organizing her festival booth when she heard footsteps on the path to her cottage. She looked up from the wooden crates she'd been arranging, her heart doing a small skip when she saw Ellie approaching through the dappled afternoon light.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
