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The Man and the Donkey
In the quiet village of Sera, nestled between sun-dappled hills and sleepy olive groves, lived an old man named Harun. He was wiry, weathered by years under the sun, and carried a stare that could unpeel the truth from any man’s lie. His companion, or rather his burden, was a shaggy donkey named Baruch—more temperamental than the winds of spring.
By AL - FAHAD10 months ago in Fiction
The Great Sermon Handicap
I. The Fateful Weekend at Twing Hall Bertie's Boredom and Bingo Little's Proposition: The story opens with Bertie Wooster enduring a typically dull weekend at Twing Hall, the country estate of his Uncle Willoughby and Aunt Caroline. Bertie is yearning for some excitement when his friend Bingo Little arrives, bursting with a peculiar proposition. The Genesis of the Handicap: Bingo explains that the local village is holding its annual fête. A key event is the competition between the vicars of two neighboring parishes – Reverend Rupert Pringle of Upper Bingley and Reverend Aubrey Upjohn of Lower Bingley–to deliver the longest sermon. Bingo's Betting Instinct: Ever the gambler (and usually unlucky one), Bingo sees an opportunity for a "bit of sport" by organizing a sweepstake, or "handicap," on the length of these sermons. He intends to assign handicaps (in minutes) to each vicar based on their past preaching tendencies.
By Sarwar Zeb10 months ago in Fiction
Lake of Blood: A Warrior’s Final Reckoning
The world above had long since forgotten the deep, uncharted caverns that lay beneath. A place where light dared not tread, and where the echoes of the past whispered like ghosts among the jagged stones. It was a realm where no living soul ventured, for fear of what might emerge from the shadows. Yet, in the darkest reaches of the earth, a figure stirred.
By Abdul Wahab10 months ago in Fiction
Where Promises Wait
Mira sat on the same weathered bench under the orange tree in the town square at precisely 4:30 PM every day. She melted into the rhythm of the place, part mystery, part scenery, wrapped in a fraying gray shawl and her cane resting next to her like an old friend.
By The Waiting Tree10 months ago in Fiction
The Serpent’s Reckoning
In a bustling corner of Chinatown, San Francisco, Li Wei was an elderly artist in his fifties, making a living by restoring old paintings. His workshop wasn’t large, filled with various artworks and tools, but the most striking piece was an ancient painting on his desk — The Serpent’s Reckoning. This painting was passed down from his grandfather, depicting a dragon so vivid and lifelike that it seemed to possess some kind of mysterious power. However, Li Wei had never intended to show this painting to anyone, and he never spoke of it.
By Kingston Zho10 months ago in Fiction
Predator: Killer of Killers
The Relentless Hunter Evolved: Exploring the Predator Franchise The Predator franchise, a cornerstone of action and science fiction cinema, has captivated audiences for nearly four decades with its relentless alien hunter and thrilling confrontations. From its jungle origins to its recent forays into new territories and timelines, the evolution of the Predator saga is a testament to its enduring appeal and adaptability.
By Sikandar prasad10 months ago in Fiction
The White Lamb
The sun had barely risen above the old stone houses of the village when Navasard opened his eyes. The wind hummed softly outside his window, carrying with it the faint scent of apricot blossoms and the song of sparrows perched on the garden wall. He sat up slowly, his bones creaking like old wood, and stared at the single photograph on his bedside table.
By The Manatwal Khan10 months ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Cow: A Tale of Power and Innocence
In the golden wilderness of the African savannah, where the sun rose like fire and set like a golden dream, there lived a lion whose name struck fear into every living creature. He was strong, majestic, and known as the undisputed king of the land. His mane flowed like burning silk, and his eyes could pierce the soul of any prey. Animals fled at the sound of his roar. Birds scattered, monkeys climbed higher, and even the hyenas whispered his name with respect and fear.
By Mr haqqani10 months ago in Fiction
