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The Hunt or the Lesson – The Tale of the Monkey, the Horse, and the Lion
It was a hot afternoon in Sierra Leone. The golden sunlight spread across the grassy plains, and the dry air carried the scent of dust. At the edge of the forest, a curious monkey named Maka sat high on a branch, scanning the open field below.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Monkey – A Sierra Leone Friendship
Sierra Leone’s mornings are like no other—mist clinging to the tops of the Loma Mountains, birds waking the forest with their calls, and the smell of rain still lingering from the night before. In the lowland plains, where grasslands meet dense rainforest, the wildlife stirs to life—elephants move like silent giants, antelopes browse among the trees, and somewhere deep within, the roar of a lion rolls through the damp air.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
I Mistook a Mannequin for a Real Person — In Front of Everyone. AI-Generated.
There are embarrassing moments, and then there are the kind that haunt you at 2 AM years later. Mine falls solidly into the second category. It’s the kind of story I didn’t think I’d ever share, but here I am — confessing to the world, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, someone out there has done something equally ridiculous.
By Ajay Vishwakarma6 months ago in Fiction
The Child and the Lion
The forest was old—its trees tall and thick, their branches weaving together like whispered secrets of time. Moss blanketed the earth, soft under bare feet, and the scent of pine, earth, and wildflowers filled the air. Birds chirped, wind hummed through the leaves, and somewhere in the distance, the low growl of a predator echoed faintly.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Goat and the Lion
The Goat and the Lion – A Tale of Trust in the Heart of the Wild In the valley of Taramara, where tall pines brushed the clouds and silence hung like mist over the earth, a tale bloomed—one that the forest creatures still whisper on windy nights. It is the story of a goat and a lion. Two souls, so different in strength, in purpose, and in destiny—yet bound by something neither claws nor horns could touch: trust.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes Across the Stream
Story: The scent of pine and musty wood rose from the forest floor, whispering secrets through the rain. A splintered stump lay beside a trickling stream, its jagged edges like broken memories carved into time. Rain drizzled gently through the canopy above, each drop falling like a heartbeat against the earth. One fell from a low-hanging branch, slipping down the back of an elephant’s ear and sliding down his thick grey skin. He did not flinch. He simply stood, unmoving, eyes staring ahead—toward something only he seemed to see.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
