Fable

**A Flame Unextinguished: The Birth of Bangladesh**
**A Flame Unextinguished: The Birth of Bangladesh** In the heart of South Asia, nestled between the mighty Ganges and Brahmaputra rivers, lies a land of resilience and courage. This is the story of Bangladesh, a tale of struggle, sacrifice, and the triumph of the human spirit.
By olymoolla2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Robot. Top Story - February 2024.
Once upon a time, there was a little robot. He was built by some clever people on a blue and white planet you know as Earth.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
My Lonely Home in the Mysterious Forest
In the heart of an ancient forest, where whispers lingered among the trees and shadows danced with the light, there stood a solitary cabin—a haven for those drawn to the mysteries of the wilderness. Within its weathered walls, amidst the fragrance of pine and the soft glow of candlelight, a journey of solitude and discovery unfolded. Here, amidst the secrets of the forest, one soul sought solace and found a world of wonder, where the line between reality and enchantment blurred with every breath of wind. Join me on a journey into the depths of the woods, where tales of solitude, mystery, and timeless connection await.
By V parame2 years ago in Fiction
~Fantastical!~ The Fairytale! Part 3!
~ A Night and a Day!~ Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, He did… The first night past And then the first day Came and went, So night befell again.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
The House. Top Story - February 2024.
The house wasn’t a home to any human. Anyone who’d ever been brave enough to venture into those woods knew that much, at least. But that wasn’t many people. The woods were pitch black in parts, and somehow seemed darker half of the time. No road led straight, and even the most accomplished trackers who’d tried to investigate the house came out of the woods days later, disoriented and battered, with no idea where they had been. It seemed the only way to find the house was by accident. Those who’d seen it were children, or teenagers, or sleepwalkers, or those so sad they’d simply wandered into the trees. The house called to them, and they answered. And sometimes, they came back.
By Emily Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
Mike and Myron's Meetup
Step by step, the creature and Mike made their way toward each other. Mike caught a faint scent of the creature and turned to Myron.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Storming the Castle
“So, what's the plan?” The mill was dark, the sunset filtering through the slits barely enough to illuminate the grain bags. It wasn't a problem, every single one of them could see in the darkness.
By Letizia Loi2 years ago in Fiction
Stupid is as stupid does
Fair warning: this is an irresponsible dark humor story I overheard on the Russian internet. One little boy named Oleg was not doing well in school. He never did his homework, couldn’t remember anything, and was horrible at math. His teacher didn’t like him and kept telling him that he was good for nothing. He was so stupid, she said, that the only thing he could hope to become was a janitor, if even that.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
I killed a Wolf once
My home is in the Zhongnan Mountains, there are many legends about wolves in the mountains. That year I was 17 years old, studying high school in Shanwai County, summer vacation home to help the family work. I met the Wolf when I was chopping wood up the mountain.
By AH2 years ago in Fiction
Hi nise
eevud philmon ke mashahoor abhineta bobee deol kee khushee saataven aasamaan par hai. enimal kee saphalata ke baad unake sitaare bulandiyon par hain. is beech bobee kee philm se jude ek puraane kisse kee bahut charcha ho rahee hai.kissa 1997 mein rileej huee philm gupt kee shooting ke chalate ka hai. lagabhag 23 varsh pahale philmapheyar ko die ek intaravyoo mein bobee ne maneesha koiraala sang kaam karane ka anubhav saajha kiya tha.
By Kartik Das2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the ICU: The Haunting of Dr. Harrison
In the heart of St. Mary's Hospital, nestled within the bustling cityscape, lay the Intensive Care Unit, a place where life and death danced on a delicate tightrope. Amongst the hushed whispers of nurses and the constant hum of machinery, a tale whispered through the corridors—a tale of the spectral presence of Dr. Harrison, the esteemed physician who had passed away years ago yet lingered in the shadows of the ICU.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
unsolved mystery
Unsolved Mystery Foot steps in the snow I walk. The last time I went through the wooded lot, up the hill, to bolder point I was surprised by large footprints in the snow. A prank for sure.
By Juanita Pearce2 years ago in Fiction