Fable
The Quest of Eternal Mortality
On Survival The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghostly Love of Princess Molly.
In a realm covered in fog and secret, there carried on with a princess named Molly. She was famous for her excellence as well as for her generosity and intelligence. Her dad, Ruler Elric, had safeguarded the realm for a long time, avoiding dangers with his sharp psyche and vital ability. However, no measure of shrewdness or strength might have arranged Molly for the romantic tale that was going to unfurl.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Red Bee Zombie Attack.
In the humble community of Willow Stream, settled between moving slopes and thick woods, the local area blossomed with beekeeping. The neighborhood honey, prestigious for its rich, golden tint and botanical pleasantness, was the pride of the town. Each spring, beekeepers would assemble at the town square to commend the Honey Celebration, exhibiting their best honey and beeswax items.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
The House that Vanished to the Stars.
In the little, calm town of Woodsville, settled in the moving slopes of the open country, stood a curious little house with a blue entryway. This house was extraordinary to me, since it was my home, but since it held endless recollections of my experience growing up, my family, and the existence I'd worked inside its walls. Much to my dismay, it was going to set out on an excursion a long ways past whatever I might envision.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Update Robot Dominates Competition.
In the clamoring city of Neo-Technica, a city where the horizon was dabbed with glimmering towers and carriers, the yearly Mechanical technology Contest was the most expected occasion of the year. Trailblazers and architects from everywhere the world assembled to feature their manifestations, each wanting to procure the sought after title of Incomparable Technologist.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Rich Man ,Poor Girl.
In the clamoring city of Esperanza, there carried on with a little kid named Ana. She was known in her neighborhood for her steady soul notwithstanding her unobtrusive conditions. Ana's family battled to get by, yet she never let their monetary difficulties faint her lively character or her tenacious assurance to succeed.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
UAE has conveyed 9 exceptional groups, lab to battle dengue fever
In a coordinated work to battle the flood in dengue fever cases, the Unified Middle Easterner Emirates (UAE) has prepared nine particular groups and laid out a devoted lab. This drive is important for a more extensive system to control the spread of dengue, a mosquito-borne viral contamination that has been progressively revealed in the locale.
By Md Arif Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
UK sees steep decline in health care visa applications after permit regulations tightened
The UK has as of late seen a critical decrease in medical care visa applications following the fixing of grant guidelines. These changes, pointed toward controling misuse and decreasing migration numbers, significantly affect the area.
By Md Arif Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
Mr Bad and the Little Pigs
I stared at the cheque in my hand. Twelve dollars short. That’s twelve dollars of food my kids won’t eat. The idea of it all sent me into a spin, into a frenzy. No matter how much I told myself I’d gone clean, I felt the injustice of it all crawl under my fur like shedding a skin. So, I did it. I threw the rake down and marched straight to Mr One’s house. I wanted to hit him where it hurt! The straw couldn’t withstand my anger. It bellowed from deep within me. The brown flimsy sticks flew into the air. Mr One, the pig, was in the kitchen when it happened. Seeing me, he squealed in alarm.
By Jess Kuppan2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Woods. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where ancient trees creaked and swayed in the gentle breeze, a young girl named Lily wandered, searching for secrets. Her wild curls bounced with each step, and her bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity. She had heard whispers of a mystical clearing deep within the woods, where the trees shared their wisdom with those who listened.
By Chinenye Olusola Okafor2 years ago in Fiction
