Fiction
The Sara Chronicles: A Journey of Triumph
Chapter One: Roots in Humility In the quiet, unassuming town of Meadowville, where the sun cast long shadows on the narrow streets and dreams seemed as far away as the distant hills, Sara's story began. Born into a humble family, she knew the cadence of hard work and the rhythm of perseverance from the very beginning. The modest farmhouse, nestled amidst rolling fields, bore witness to the echoes of laughter, but it also bore the weight of unspoken aspirations.
By Abdulrahman Mahmoud2 years ago in Chapters
Fun of the fair
I was a schoolboy at St Paul’s when the incident I’m about to relate occurred. I was one of a small number of boarders – my parents were ‘swingers’ (as we’d now call them). Not that I knew that at the time, of course. They just said they had ‘business to attend to,’ so I was packed off to St Pauls for months at a time. Anyway, it was a quiet Saturday in May, and I’d gone down to the kitchens to fetch some milk for a pot of tea I’d just made. There was Sally, the kitchen maid, with her arms up to her plump elbows in a sink full of washing up. “Hello, Sally, what’s that smell?” I asked. There was an unpleasant odour, not unlike the dreaded boiled cabbage, cooked to death, served up four times a week.Anyway, it was a quiet Saturday in May, and I’d gone down to the kitchens to fetch some milk for a pot of tea I’d just made. There was Sally, the kitchen maid, with her arms up to her plump elbows in a sink full of washing up. “Hello, Sally, what’s that smell?” I asked. There was an unpleasant odour, not unlike the dreaded boiled cabbage, cooked to death, served up four times a week.
By Louis bulley2 years ago in Chapters
