Fable
Along with the Gods
In a bustling urban center in Korea, a colossal structure is ablaze, flames licking the sky. Amidst the chaos, a firefighter named Hong bravely leaps from the inferno, determined to rescue a civilian. However, his rope succumbs to the intense heat, sending him plummeting to the ground, devoid of the safety cushion. As Hong's life flashes before his eyes, he miraculously wakes up after saving a young girl from imminent danger.
By Kwandokuhle Ndethi2 years ago in Fiction
The Timekeeper's Secret. Content Warning.
In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, lived an old man named Samuel. Locals knew him as the keeper of the village clock, a towering timepiece that had ticked faithfully for generations. But Samuel harbored a secret—a secret that transcended the hands of the clock.
By kavinda ranabahu2 years ago in Fiction
Double World
In a bygone era, the Southern nation rejoices in the coronation of its new king, marked by celebrations and gifts from the North. The euphoria is short-lived as the seemingly benevolent gestures turn out to be a trap, with the gift bearers revealed as disguised assassins. The royal guards thwart their assassination attempt, exposing a nefarious plot. Commander Guan urges the king to respond swiftly by hosting a tournament to select a general and counter the impending war.
By Kwandokuhle Ndethi2 years ago in Fiction
Gaze of Tears, Moments of pains
The fire crackled and danced, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the gathered twelve. I, too, was among them, drawn close to the Master by an irresistible force. His eyes, usually serene, held a glimmer of unease, a reflection of the turmoil that stirred within him.
By Israel Chukwu2 years ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Four - The Discordant Crescendo
The once vibrant symphony of Evni and Thia's love had reached a discordant crescendo. The melody, once filled with laughter and joy, was now fractured by the harsh notes of doubt and anger. Evni, desperate for clarity and truth, had confronted Thia, seeking to unravel the tangled web of whispers and shadows surrounding her relationship with Snitch. His questions, however, ignited a firestorm within Thia. Her eyes, once filled with love and tenderness, now blazed with fury. Their words, once gentle whispers of affection, became venomous darts hurled across the chasm of misunderstanding.
By Ivan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Selling Pears
There was a countryman selling pears at the market. The pears were fragrant and sweet, but the price was very expensive. There was a Taoist priest wearing a tattered turban and a tattered cotton-padded jacket, begging for pears in front of a pear seller. The country people scolded him, but he didn't leave. The country man got angry and started yelling at him. The Taoist priest said: "There are hundreds of pears in this cart. I only want one of them, Taoist, and it won't be a big loss to you. Why bother with it?" The bystanders advised the countryman to pick a bad one. He gave the pear to the Taoist priest and sent him away, but the countryman refused. The clerk in the shop nearby saw the commotion and took out the money to buy a pear and gave it to the Taoist priest. After thanking the Taoist priest, he said to everyone: "Monks don't know how to be stingy. I have good pears, and I will take them out for everyone to eat later." Someone said: "Since you have pears, why don't you eat your own?" The Taoist priest said: "I just need it. Use this pear core as a seed." So he held the pear and ate it. After the Taoist priest finished eating the pears, he put the pear core in his hand, took off the shovel on his shoulder, dug a hole in the ground several inches deep, put the pear core into the hole, covered it with soil, and walked toward the street. The people asked for hot water. A good man asked for a pot of boiling water from a roadside shop. The Taoist priest took it and poured it into the pit. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, only a pear bud broke out of the ground, gradually grew up, and soon grew into a leafy pear tree. In a blink of an eye, the flowers bloomed, and in a blink of an eye, they bore fruits. The trees were full of big, sweet pears. The Taoist priest climbed up the tree, picked the pears, and gave them to the onlookers. After a while, the pears were eaten. Then, the Taoist priest used a shovel to chop down the pear tree. After chopping for a long time, he finally chopped it off. The Taoist priest carried the trunk with branches and leaves on his shoulders and walked calmly and unhurriedly. . At first, when the Taoist priest was performing tricks, the countryman was among the crowd of spectators. He only stretched his neck and stared at the excitement, and even forgot about selling pears. After the Taoist priest left, he looked back at his pear cart and saw that there were no pears left. Only then did he suddenly realize that the pears the Taoist priest had just divided were all his own. If I look closely, I can see that even one of the handlebars on the car is missing and has been newly cut off. He was angry and resentful, and hurriedly followed the path taken by the Taoist priest. When they turned a corner, they saw the broken handlebar thrown under the wall. Only then did the country people realize that the pear tree trunk cut off by the Taoist priest was the handlebar. The Taoist priest has disappeared. Everyone in the market was laughing so hard.
By han yiming2 years ago in Fiction
Drinking Buddies
Che was born in a family that was not rich, but he was addicted to wine and could not sleep without drinking three large bowls of wine every night, so the wine bottle by his bedside was often not empty. One night, he woke up from sleep. When he turned over, he felt as if someone was sleeping with him. He thought it was because the clothes covering him had slipped down. Touching it with his hand, he felt a furry thing, which looked like a cat but was bigger than a cat. He lit a lamp and looked at it. It was a drunk fox, sleeping on its side like a dog. Looking at the wine bottle again, the wine is empty. Mr. Che then smiled and said, "This is my drinking buddy!" Mr. Che couldn't bear to wake up the fox, so he covered it with clothes to block its outstretched arms, and slept together, keeping the light on so that he could see any changes. In the middle of the night, the fox stretched out and yawned. Chesheng smiled and said, "I slept so beautifully!" When he opened his clothes, he saw a handsome man wearing a Confucian hat. The fox got up and kowtowed to Chesheng in front of the bed, thanking him for not killing him. Che said: "I am addicted to drinking, but people think I am crazy. You are my confidant. If you don't doubt me, let's make a drinking friend." Then he pulled the fox to the bed and continued He went to bed and said, "You should come often and don't be suspicious of each other." The fox nodded in agreement. When Chesheng woke up, the fox was gone. So I prepared a glass of fine wine and waited for the fox to drink. In the evening, the fox came indeed, so they drank together. The fox drinks a lot and is good at telling jokes. It's really a shame to meet him so late. The fox said: "I have asked you to entertain me with fine wine many times. How can I repay you?" Mr. Che said: "Why talk about the joy of drinking and drinking?" The fox said: "Even so, you are a poor scholar. Buying Drinking money is not easy to come by. I should plan some drinking money for you." The next night, the fox came and said: "There is lost gold on the roadside seven miles southeast of here. You can go and get it back early. "After daybreak, Mr. Che went there and found two pieces of gold. So he went to the market to buy good food and prepare to drink wine at night. The fox told him again: "There is something hidden in the cellar behind the yard, and we should dig it out." According to what the fox said, he got more than one hundred thousand dollars. Mr. Che said happily: "With money in my pocket, I don't want to worry about it anymore." The fox said, "You can't do this. How can you keep scooping out the water in the ditch for a long time? You should plan for the long term." One day, the fox said to Mr. Che: "There is a lot of buckwheat in the market." It's cheap, and this kind of thing is a rare commodity." Mr. Che obeyed and bought more than forty stones of buckwheat. People laughed at him for being ignorant. Soon, there was a severe drought, and all the crops originally planted withered, and only buckwheat could be grown. In this way, Chesheng sold buckwheat seeds and earned ten times the interest. From then on, Chesheng became richer and bought 200 acres of fertile land for farming. Whatever you want to plant, you first ask the fox. The fox says if you plant more wheat, you will have a good harvest of wheat; As they became more and more close to each other, Fox called Che's wife sister-in-law and treated Che's children like his own sons. Later Che died and the fox stopped coming.
By han yiming2 years ago in Fiction
Grappling with Myself
"Wait, what? You are going to fight yourself? In a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu match?" Steve asked, the puzzlement and confusion evident in his voice. "I've got to hand it to you buddy, it is one of the most interesting of the dumbest ideas I have ever heard, so at least its got that going for it." I gave my friend a look of disapproval and sighed loudly in exasperation before replying "First, I am going to grapple, not fight. We do not fight in BJJ, we grapple. Fighting is what happens on the streets amongst rival gangs, grappling is what happens in the gym on the mat between honorable opponents. Second, I will not be grappling with myself, I will be grappling with my concept of myself, my concept of identity." The look on Steve's face gave away his obvious confusion, and that look grew even more confused the longer he considered the idea. It was a reaction I was very much used to from almost everyone whenever I opened my mouth, but most especially from Steve. I loved the guy but he was a bit of a dullard. That, combined with the fact of my own insanity which led me to say, think, and do crazy things on a fairly regular basis would often leave Steve in a greatly confused state. But, one of the things I really liked about him was his generally sunny and optimistic outlook and I was not surprised at all when I saw his look of bewilderment slowly replaced by a smile which was shortly thereafter followed by a soft laugh.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
An Identity Lost And Found Legendary Fable Told In The Third Person
A crisp autumn breeze cooled temperatures on a classic fall day allowing young gentlemen Tapatybe to take his favorite steed out for a trail ride, experience the beautiful woods before the wintry bitter cold decides to take control. Way off in the distance near the border crackling noises snapped and the bothersome sound kept the peaceful individual from leaving the property he owned, only miles from the treacherous combative zone.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Fiction
