Children's Fiction

Old Enough
How can one night change a kid like me, or anyone for that matter? I don't know the answers but I do know I grew up a whole lot after sleeping over in what felt like another world entirely different than my own. Part of me wants to not think so much, to just be a kid who plays checkers, pretends to be a spy or astronaut and can forget all about the troubles this dumb ole world has. Something tells me those kind of days are soon over.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
The Echo of Silence*
**I. The Beginning of Silence There was no sound at first, Only a gentle hum and the cosmic breath Stars were found in a whispering void, Quietness supported the world as it turned. Before the day began with the cry of a newborn, Before the birds sing at dawn, There was a quiet, unadulterated as dirt, A tranquility that extended endlessly. **II. The Heaviness of Silence** The weight of unspoken tears is silence, a burden that comes from the heart, It's the delay between our most profound feelings of dread, the quiet place where feelings begin. In the calm of a moonless evening, After the world has quieted down, Like an ancient knight, silence sits. protecting the untold joys of the soul. **III. The Silence Language** There are no spoken words in silence, A conversation between the mind and the eyes Thoughts lie there on the soft pillow, a language that is unique to it. It is the hand that tightly holds another's, The implicit connection between companions, A solace without a trace of light, where every conversation repairs itself. **IV. The Nature's Stillness** Where the leaves fall slowly in the forest, Where rivers silently forge their course, There's a quietness in the greenwood's gleam, in the quiet, gentle wrath of nature. As a mute guard, the mountain stands, Over valleys profound and wide, The ocean speaks loudly in silence, Its secrets underneath it stow away. **V. The Love of Silence** There is a sweet silence when lovers look at each other. a connection that goes beyond sound, Every touch and every beat of the heart, A quiet world is found. After a fight between lovers, the silence, Is a heavy silence difficult to bear, However, in the process of reconciliation, the resolution of sorrow, Rare is silence, which sings a song. **VI. The Quietness of Loss** When someone close to you leaves this world, The soul is cut off by the silence, It's the reverberation of their voice, their gaiety, a void that cannot be filled with sound. The silence of grief is deep and still, a gorge in the vastness of the heart, Where every shiver and tear, dances in a trance of silence. **VII. The Inside Silence** In the still embrace of meditation, The mind is at ease when there is silence, A harmony that occupies the internal space, a special kind of stillness. Every storm's core consists of There is a fundamental silence, In the midst of the chaos, a calm, where there will always be peace. **VIII. The Beginning of Silence When, as some believe, the world comes to an end, There will be a great and expansive silence, No more lights or songs, Where the stars meet, there is only silence. However, until then, there will be silence, A piece of each and every life and demise, A peaceful string in euphoria and torment, every breath's soft whisper. --- This poem looks at silence from different angles, with each stanza focusing on a different aspect of how it affects our lives. It aims to demonstrate that silence is not only the absence of sound but also a profound and multifaceted experience, moving from the silence of nature to the silence within.This poem looks at silence from different angles, with each stanza focusing on a different aspect of how it affects our lives. It aims to demonstrate that silence is not only the absence of sound but also a profound and multifaceted experience, moving from the silence of nature to the silence within. The poem focuses on the beginning of silence, the heaviness of silence, the silence language, the nature's stillness, the love of silence, the silence of loss, the silence of meditation, and the silence of the beginning of silence. The poem aims to demonstrate that silence is not only the absence of sound but also a profound and multifaceted experience, moving from the silence of nature to the silence within.
By Angel sky2 years ago in Chapters
Old Enough
My best friend and her cousins know the time is coming for me to say goodbye, for now at least, when we see a new yellow taxi cab pull up and Paw-Paw stands up and waves to the driver. What a spectacle for the whole darn world, my big white Paw-Paw, post hernia procedure standing next to our small chestnut colored Pearl; heck, they even hugged.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
My learnings as a market researcher
Learning is the only way to move forward, the err to your growth is the belief that you know everything. The beauty of existence lies in challenging your limits, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and performing the tasks that scare you and motivate you to become a better version of yourself. Life has its unique ways of compelling you to embrace the unknown and forging you to uplevel your game.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
The Light at Dusk
In a small, remote village nestled among green mountains and vast fields, lived a young man named Arman. Arman was a simple farmer, but he had a heart as big as the sky. Known throughout the village for his warm smile and caring nature, he was always ready to lend a hand to anyone in need. Arman had a beloved named Lestari, a gentle and beautiful girl from the same village. They had known each other since childhood, and their love had grown over time, like a tree with roots deep and strong.
By kevin steven2 years ago in Chapters
Eight Year Old GIRL HAS A FEAR OF ALL FOOD
Eight-year-old Hannah Hemmings stood awkwardly at the doorway of her new classroom. "Class, this is Hannah Hemmings," the teacher announced. "Are you sure she's in the right class? I mean, she's a little short for sixth grade, don't you think?"
By Athlet Shwabane2 years ago in Chapters
The Life and Legacy of Hazrat Ammara (R.A.)
Hazrat Ammara (R.A.) is a notable female companion of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). She was born during a time when tribal wars and ignorance ruled the Arabian Peninsula and converted to Islam. She had two sons, Abdullah and Habib, and was married to Zayd ibn 'Asim. Hazrat Ammara (R.A.) is best known for her extraordinary bravery during the Battle of Uhud, which was one of the most crucial battles in the early history of Islam. She was also known for her wisdom and was consulted on a variety of subjects. Her legacy continues to inspire Muslims today, urging them to remain steadfast in their faith and to serve the cause of Islam with the same zeal and bravery.
By Angel sky2 years ago in Chapters
The Shifting Sands of Zahar. AI-Generated.
اللينك في الاسفل In the bustling heart of Solandria, where the silver spires of the city reached towards the heavens, lived an unassuming scholar named Elias Darrow. By day, Elias poured over ancient manuscripts and dusty tomes in the Grand Library, lost in the history and lore of forgotten civilizations. But beneath his reserved exterior lay a restless spirit, yearning for the thrill of discovery beyond the walls of the city.
By Elterbo2 years ago in Chapters
Old Enough
While Clara and I were instructed to "play nice" with Jolly and Bertie outside it was far much harder than usual knowing Jolly wanted me to be his girlfriend. Why is it that the more a boy likes someone they act more stupid than ever? It's like the rooster walking around the barnyard crowing his fool head off, all puffed up about nothing while the hens busy themselves with more serious affairs like laying eggs and digging for worms. Soon as Jolly started showing off his cartwheels and tree climbing skills, us girls got busy drawing in the dirt with sticks. Clara and I were designing a house and Bertie, well, she just made circles with that, "I'm so bored I could die" look on her face. It was scorching hot but grown-ups want kids outside so they can have some peace. At least that's what Clara says.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Songs for the Souls Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 2 I used to love sewing and working with fabrics. I knew that feeling well, the familiar weight of the scissors in my hand brought back a rush of memories, though they were still clouded and vague. These tiny scissors had been my constant companion, small enough to tuck away anywhere, even in the inside pocket of my leggings. I would carry them everywhere, ready to snip a loose thread or trim a piece of fabric for a project I’d think about later. They were smaller than a tablespoon, but sharp as a needle’s point.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
The Lost Letter Library. Content Warning.
A Love Legacy With the passage of time, Emily and Jack continued to intertwine their stories and lives, with each new chapter serving as a monument to their growing love. Their cooperation on the story of Clara and Henry developed into a published book that enthralled readers with its deft blending of historical romance with introspective detail. Many people who saw reflections of themselves in the book's pages grew to love it and regard it as a treasure.
By md tawhidul islam2 years ago in Chapters
The Lost Letter Library
As the months went by, Emily and Jack's cooperation on the narrative kept going strong. They had incorporated their experiences into Clara and Henry's story, weaving a romantic and exciting web of tales. Their affection for one another became a vital aspect of their life as their link grew stronger every day. Jack sprung a surprise on Emily one cold winter's evening with a unique proposal. At the same café where they had had so many deep talks, he had planned a romantic dinner. With quiet music playing in the background and fairy lights flashing overhead, the atmosphere was enchanted.
By md tawhidul islam2 years ago in Chapters