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"The Path of the Stars"
"The Path of the Stars" The stars had always captivated Lena. The night sky was her sole consistent friend when she was growing up in a little village tucked away in a verdant valley. She first heard about the Starlit Path—a legendary trail that is supposed to reappear just once per century and leads to an ancient treasure buried deep in the mountains—there, under the sparkling lights.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
"The Secret We Do not Share"
"The Secret We Do not Share" Eliot had always sensed that something about her—about him—was unusual. Lily would not talk much about it, but whenever someone inquired about her family, she would quickly grin or change the topic. Since Eliot had met Lily, there had always been a certain calm about her that made her seem impervious to criticism, like a secret just waiting to be revealed.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
The Drum Exposed the Truth
The Drum Exposed the Truth A long time ago, in a small kingdom deep within the forests of Nigeria, there ruled a peaceful king named Ephraim. Unlike other rulers, he disliked war and believed in winning over his enemies with kindness. He possessed a magical drum that, when played, would summon an abundance of delicious food. Whenever an enemy kingdom attacked, King Ephraim would invite them to a grand feast, serving them and their armies with utmost respect. The guests, overwhelmed by his hospitality, would abandon their hostility and become his allies. This unique strategy kept peace among all the neighboring kingdoms.
By Nikita Angel11 months ago in Fiction
A Chance Encounter
Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter The village of Eldenbrook was a land woven with wildflowers and open skies, where time moved slower than the rushing river that coursed through its heart. People knew each other well, and secrets were rarely kept. In this picturesque village lived Lila, a young woman with a heart as wild as the flowers that grew around her. With her long chestnut hair cascading down her back and eyes the color of the summer sky, she was a familiar sight, often found wandering the meadows or helping her grandmother, a respected herbalist, in their quaint cottage that sat at the edge of town.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Fiction
The Wells of Our Past
When we got water from wells.......... Today, water is piped to our homes, but in the past we had wells to get water. Living on a small hilltop, we had to go down about two hundred meters to get water. There were several wells near the paddy fields on several sides.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
Simon Thomson's Most Unusual Tuesday
The Bananas, the Beets, and the Most Peculiar Day at Mr. McTavish's Grocery Emporium It started on a Tuesday, and like most Tuesdays, it was no different than any Tuesday before. The sun shone kindly from behind a veil of lazy clouds, and Simon Thompson was where he so often was the gray, characterless aisles of Mr. McTavish's Grocery Emporium.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of Lilence
Lying on his bed, Oshadha Bandara began to reflect on all the events that had happened since then, as if the sky were touching the earth. Before marriage, he thought that marriage was a single taste. A love affair filled with sensual pleasures. But marriage now, to put it simply, is bitter, difficult, unpleasant, and always a constant struggle. The crises at home are more numerous than the crises in the country. Although there are many people to give advice, there are no provisions to act accordingly. At home, the first person to give advice is his wife Yvonne. The day her mother came, that advice doubled. Then, not only his wife but also her mother's advice had to be listened to. She came yesterday too. The climax of this reached And then. He was in the hallway reading a book.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
New Year in Chamary
New Year in Chamary… I think people experience New Year differently at different times… I remember that from my childhood until I was about twenty, New Year was a time of special joy for me… I started to wear my new clothes from around February… I would wear new clothes that I only get once a year and go to my relatives' houses… I would eat sweets… I would be very excited… Today's children are less excited about New Year than we are….
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
