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By Glee impex10 months ago in Fiction
The Dead 5
She was walking on before him so lightly and so erect that he longed to run after her noiselessly, catch her by the shoulders and say something foolish and affectionate into her ear. She seemed to him so frail that he longed to defend her against something and then to be alone with her. Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory. A heliotrope envelope was lying beside his breakfast-cup and he was caressing it with his hand. Birds were twittering in the ivy and the sunny web of the curtain was shimmering along the floor: he could not eat for happiness. They were standing on the crowded platform and he was placing a ticket inside the warm palm of her glove. He was standing with her in the cold, looking in through a grated window at a man making bottles in a roaring furnace. It was very cold. Her face, fragrant in the cold air, was quite close to his; and suddenly he called out to the man at the furnace: "Is the fire hot, sir?"
By Favour Nyimbili10 months ago in Fiction
The Dead 4. AI-Generated.
"A new generation is growing up in our midst, a generation actuated by new ideas and new principles. It is serious and enthusiastic for these new ideas and its enthusiasm, even when it is misdirected, is, I believe, in the main sincere. But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day. Listening tonight to the names of all those great singers of the past it seemed to me, I must confess, that we were living in a less spacious age. Those days might, without exaggeration, be called spacious days: and if they are gone beyond recall let us hope, at least, that in gatherings such as this we shall still speak of them with pride and affection, still cherish in our hearts the memory of those dead and gone great ones whose fame the world will not willingly let die." "Hear, hear!" said Mr. Browne loudly.
By Favour Nyimbili10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter: A Story of Second Chances
Mara had continuously accepted that enchantment didn't exist. It was a child's dream, a whisper from ancient pixie stories. That conviction remained consistent until the day she gotten a letter that shouldn't have been conceivable.
By Maharuf Islam10 months ago in Fiction
Touch of Gold
This is the story of Midas, a king of Greece. He was very greedy. His favourite thing was to collect as much gold as possible and keep counting it. He lived in a big palace, but he wanted an even bigger palace. He had many servants, but he wanted more servants. And he had a lovely daughter, whom he loved the most. There was a beautiful garden in front of his palace. His daughter loved playing in that garden. She liked beautiful fruits and flowers very much. But Midas used to think on seeing them that how good it would have been if all these were made of gold. He used to spend most of the day in his treasury and kept thinking that somehow he should get more treasure.
By Nikita Angel10 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Changed My Silence
The Girl Who Changed My Silence "What I Never Believed… Happened" I never thought my heart would soften. That a single glance could shake the cold walls I had built around myself since childhood. But here I am, telling my story with full honesty—no exaggeration, no romantic embellishments. I grew up in an emotionally barren environment. I never liked talking to girls. Even my sisters—I treated them with a quiet sort of contempt. I hated anything that had to do with emotions and believed getting close to a girl was a kind of unforgivable weakness. People around me found me strange, distant, even harsh. They couldn’t understand me… maybe they were right. I was always top of my class, passionate about learning, obsessed with perfection—especially in people. I came from a modest middle-class family, but I always dreamed of something higher, greater… purer. Flaws disgusted me. Even sitting with my friends became unbearable if one of them brought up a girl. Any girl. Even if he was just admiring his cousin or a child passing by. I saw it as filthy. Revolting. My mother often sighed, saying, "I don’t know what’s going to become of you when you grow up..." I remember that day like it was yesterday. We were in fourth grade. Our school was hosting a joint industrial-agricultural exhibition, with schools from all over the province. Since I was one of the top students, I was selected to help manage part of the event. A nearby girls’ school had their booth next to ours. I was assigned to coordinate with just one girl… and I refused. Flat-out refused to talk to her. Then, without warning, I found myself accused. That girl went to her supervisor and claimed I was harassing her with words! Despite everyone denying it… I was removed from the exhibition. From that day on, the doors to my heart didn’t just close—they were sealed shut. Years passed. I made it to university with the same harshness, the same aversion, the same isolation. I also picked up a part-time job in a decent place to support myself. Then one day She walked in. I don’t know how she entered the place, But she entered my soul first. Her eyes struck something deep in me. It was like I was wearing a new skin for the first time. A skin made of warmth… of wonder… of light. I stuttered. Words escaped me. I found my gaze locked in hers as if she was the mirror of my hidden self. And her gaze? Her gaze didn’t wound me. It awakened something I never knew was asleep. I barely heard the voice of my manager: "What’s wrong with you? She’s waiting!" I apologized, walked out, pretending I was sick Just to run away from this hurricane inside me. The next day She came again. Same time. Same calm. Same eyes. She kept coming. So did the looks. And between us bloomed a language of silence. Then one day, as I greeted her, she whispered: "Wow... it's been a while!" I froze. Blushed. "What?" I asked. She laughed. The manager walked in and said: "Don’t be shy. She’s my only daughter." Then added: "She saw you on your first day and liked you, but disappeared for a while due to illness. Later, she told her mother she liked you and begged her not to tell me, afraid I’d fire you!" I stood there Thinking Is this the end of my solitude? Is love even possible for someone like me? I don’t know But I do know this What came next was stranger, truer, and more beautiful than I ever imagined.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed10 months ago in Fiction
Get Paid to Write For Quora. AI-Generated.
In today’s digital age, every writer wants to not only create an identity with his words but also earn money. If you are also one such writer who is interested in content writing, blogging or knowledge sharing, then Quora can be a great platform for you.
By Raj vellaisamy10 months ago in Fiction
China raises tariffs on U.S. goods to 125 percent as trade war deepens. AI-Generated.
China Raises Tariffs on U.S. Goods to 125 Percent as Trade War Deepens April 2025 – In a dramatic escalation of the ongoing trade conflict between the world’s two largest economies, China has announced it will raise tariffs on a wide range of U.S. goods to as high as 125 percent. The decision, revealed on Friday, comes in response to what Beijing called "continued and unjust economic aggression" from Washington.
By zahidul islam10 months ago in Fiction
The lion and the mouse
Even the Small Can Help the Mighty In the heart of a vast African jungle, where the sun painted golden rays through thick green leaves, lived a lion—the strongest, fiercest creature of them all. His roar echoed through the trees like thunder, and every animal in the forest knew better than to cross his path. He was called Leo the Great, and he ruled the jungle with power and pride.
By Wasif marwat 10 months ago in Fiction
