Adventure

3 Rules Rich People Live By.
Is there a single path to achieve wealth? I don't think so. But are there some rules followed by rich people to stay rich?
By Dena Falken Esq9 months ago in Chapters
The Ant and the Locust: A Tale of Hard Work and Laziness
Once upon a time in a peaceful meadow nestled between rolling hills, lived an ant named Anar and a locust named Lalu. The two were as different as creatures could be. Anar was small, quiet, and diligent, always thinking about the future. Lalu, on the other hand, was lively, loud, and carefree — his motto was “Why worry about tomorrow when today is so beautiful?”
By Arjumand Said9 months ago in Chapters
About Bangladesh
Bangladesh, country of South Asia, located in the delta of the Padma (Ganges [Ganga]) and Jamuna (Brahmaputra) rivers in the northeastern part of the Indian subcontinent.
By Sajib Mridha9 months ago in Chapters
The Prince of Whispering Pawns
In the ancient kingdom of Lunalith, nestled between twilight forests and forgotten ruins, there existed a realm unlike any other—one governed not by kings or queens, but by familiars, you know the magical animal spirits who served the old bloodlines of witches, mages, and prophets. Among them none were more revered than Puja, the Prince of Whispering Pawns.
By Cadma10 months ago in Chapters
Unraveling Worlds. Content Warning.
“Open your eyes, Ananke. Do you understand what you witnessed, Love? I tried to only give you a small part of the event because I did not want to overwhelm you or put you under the emotional toll of truly reliving our destruction.”
By Luna Verity10 months ago in Chapters
"The Keeper of Flames". AI-Generated.
A hundred thousand voices fell silent as the veil dropped. Émilie stood among the laborers, her face streaked with soot and salt. When the cannons roared, she didn’t cheer. She watched the sunlight lance off Liberty’s gilded flame, imagining the ships steaming past her, the immigrants whispering, We’re here. We’re safe.
By Kaleb 10 months ago in Chapters
A Love That Defied All Odds: A True Story. AI-Generated.
💘 Chapter 1: The Unexpected Meeting:- It was an ordinary Tuesday in Paris, 2015. Emma, a 24-year-old art student, was rushing to catch her train when she collided with a stranger—spilling coffee all over his crisp white shirt.
By NEELAM SHIVA10 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Drowned Part 5. Top Story - April 2025.
The compass spun faster now. Not wildly, but with purpose—always tilting toward the east, even when Elira turned it in her hands or pressed it to stillness. The spiral engraved beneath the glass glowed faintly with a tide-washed blue, and every so often, it pulsed like it was syncing to a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 9
Early in the morning, as Max rolled around beneath a sheet, enjoying a visit from the astral plane visitor haunting his dreams, he jumped out of bed as the buzzer at his door alerted him someone was there. Max got up, slid into a pair of pants, and hurried across his private quarters yelling, “I’m coming.” As Max opened the door, the look on Jensen's face told him something was wrong.
By Jason Ray Morton 10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
The village had changed. The houses were still there, but the people were not. What remained wore their skins—smiling too wide, eyes too dull. They moved through rituals, living by the light of a sun that hadn’t risen in weeks.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Never Open That Door - The Strange and Slightly Creepy, Mr Underfield
This is part III of this story. So far: Abused by her boyfriend and thrown out of her home, Gabby found solace in a motel run by Mrs Montgomery. She was a motherly, kind person. Her son, a police detective, helps Gabby find a new place to stay. Today, she meets her new landlord, the strange and slightly creepy Mr. Underfield.
By Calvin London10 months ago in Chapters
The Accidental Archivist - Chapter 1. AI-Generated.
Kenji Tanaka sighed, the sound almost lost in the quiet hum of the Grand Library. Another Tuesday, another customer asked for a book with a blue cover about? Dragons, or something like that. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses feeling familiar and steadying as he dealt with the vague request.? I ! I'll do my best,? He said, his voice soft but sure. He pointed the man toward the fantasy section, even though he suspected the book was probably in mythology, or maybe even historical fiction. The man grumbled about incompetent librarians and wandered off, leaving Kenji to his cart of returned books, neatly organized as always. He truly loved the library. The smell of old paper and leather, the quiet respect of the readers, the comforting order of the Dewey Decimal System. It was his safe place, where everything made sense. But sometimes, just sometimes, he wished for a little adventure. Maybe a dragon. Or even just finding a misplaced semicolon that led to something exciting. He glanced at the clock. Almost lunchtime. He imagined himself climbing mountains, fighting monsters, or maybe just finding a good ramen place that wasn't so far away. The bell above the entrance rang, announcing someone new. Kenji prepared himself for another unclear request, another test of his organizing skills. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at the screen:?Mom.? He sighed. He loved his mother, but her calls were always? A lot. He silenced the phone and let it go to voicemail. He'd call her back later. Maybe. He went back to sorting books, his mind wandering back to his daydream. He pictured himself as a brave explorer, mapping unknown lands, and discovering lost cities. He chuckled quietly. Kenji Tanaka, explorer. The thought was almost funny. As he pushed his cart toward the shelves, he saw a book tucked away in the restricted section. It was old, bound in dark leather, and had no label. It shouldn't have been there. The restricted section was his area. Every book was listed, checked, and stored safely. This one was completely out of place. Curious, Kenji carefully took the book from the shelf. The leather felt strangely warm. He ran his fingers along the spine, looking for any marks. Nothing. He opened the book, his heart beating faster with a feeling of secret knowledge. The pages were filled with strange symbols and drawings, unlike anything he had ever seen. The writing was elegant but also foreign. He flipped through the pages, his curiosity growing. In the middle of the book, he found a single page covered with a complicated inscription. It looked like a spell. He frowned, unsure. He knew he should tell his boss about the book, but the inscription? It seemed to be calling to him. He felt a strong urge to read it aloud. Taking a deep breath, Kenji began to read the strange symbols, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet library. " *Aethelgard? Vocatus? Ad? Mea? Regna?*" As the last word left his lips, the library around him began to shimmer. The air crackled with energy. The shelves swayed, the books shook, and a bright light filled the room. Kenji gasped, dropping the book as a swirling vortex of colors opened in front of him, pulling him in. He reached out, grabbing for something, anything, but it was no use. The Grand Library, his safe place, his world, was gone.
By Md Hasan10 months ago in Chapters