Classical
The Gift of the Magi
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
By Muhammad Hameedul Haq10 months ago in Fiction
A Cruel King:The King's Wrath
Once upon a time, in a land far to the east, there ruled a king whose heart was as cold as the winter winds that swept through his kingdom. His name was King Malak, and his reign was marked by fear, sorrow, and a relentless thirst for power. The people of the land spoke his name in hushed whispers, for none dared to defy him. He was a man of great stature, both in height and in influence, his dark eyes always glimmering with malice and ambition.
By Sajawal Shah10 months ago in Fiction
Ruby Valley Trek: Gemstones, Goat Trails, and the Art of Questioning Life Choices
Let me preface this: if the Gosaikunda Trek was a spiritual slap in the face, the Ruby Valley Trek was like a 5-day group hug from Mother Nature—with occasional moments of her whispering, “Darling, why are you so slow?”
By michal lenden10 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Lost Time
Opening Scene: Salma stood at the heart of the city like a ghost from a forgotten era. Her navy-blue dress, embroidered with tiny roses, and her small hat pinned with a pearl brooch clashed starkly against the glass skyscrapers that reflected the blurred stream of horseless carriages they called “cars.” The stench of gasoline mingled with her only perfume—rosewater—churning her stomach.
By Ahmed Abdeen10 months ago in Fiction
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, in a quiet village at the edge of a big forest, there lived a sweet girl named Lily. She was kind, cheerful, and helpful to everyone. But what made her most special was the red hooded cloak her grandmother had sewn for her. She wore it so often that people began to call her Little Red Riding Hood, and the name stuck.
By Jeno Treshan 10 months ago in Fiction
The Maestros
In the opulent courts of 18th-century Portugal, Lords Jean Michel De Quiroz and Ray Markus Aguila were revered as paragons of art, intellect, and elegance—known simply as The Maestros. Celebrated for their patronage and dazzling minds, they were the very image of nobility. Their salons, fragrant with roses and filled with music, were the heart of Lisbon's cultural elite. Poets wrote of them. Scholars admired them. Women flocked to them.
By The Crash Test Facility10 months ago in Fiction
