Fable
Cold Embers of Faith: A Tale of Redemption in Bursa
In the heart of a chilly town in Bursa, there was a devout Muslim girl named Nazia. She was known for her simplicity and purity of heart. Her faith was a guiding light, just like the warm, amber light of a lantern, hanging steadily -protecting her against the biting winds that swept across the town. Every morning before the break of dawn, she would rise from her cozy bed, shivering in the cold as she slipped into her robe and offered her namaz- her heartfelt prayers. Her closeness to God was her solace in a world often draped in a blanket of frost.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
Maceen and Al-khatoo . Second Place in the Under a Spell Challenge.
Antar bantar, goft or daftar, choof, choof. The old lady said for the last time under her ‘second tongue,’ as the people of the town would say, so no one could hear her. The baby disappeared from her gahwara crib. “Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I warn you all? Not to give her milk and honey. She is al-khatoo. She is the one and only alive otherworldly old woman, deceiving death…” Maceen kept screaming. But no one seemed to listen or mind her. Hunger and thirst had spread in the entire country by now. People cared more about food and water than their babies. “If you think, you have sacrificed her for this year’s harvest, you are wrong. Al-khatoo cannot do anything with God’s misery set upon us. She cannot bring us prosperity. She only takes it.” Still, nobody was listening to Maceen. The crowd now started dispersing. The twilight had disappeared somewhere in the darkness. The late autumn air felt cold around the village mountains. Only a few thoughtful parents locked their young kids in their empty tableee khana, where their livestock once used to spend evenings so that the insane members of the village do not snatch their babies at night to deliver them to Al-khatoo.
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Fiction
Oak Tree's Valmory: A Safe Haven for Dog and A Man
Occasional soft breeze stroked the leaves of an old English oak. A skinny young man lay deep in sleep against its trunk. Trails of dried sweat had drawn a map of dreams on his dusty, flat tummy. A thin path of saliva travelled from his half-open, smiling lips. Sometimes, a ray of sunshine escaped the foliage and touched his cheek, suddenly causing the drool bubbles to reflect the entire world around him.
By Jussi Luukkonen2 years ago in Fiction
Michael Jackson's "Thriller": A Story of Horror, Love, and Redemption
Michael Jackson's "Thriller": A Story of Horror, Love, and Redemption Michael Jackson's "Thriller" is one of the most iconic and successful songs and music videos of all time. It is a story of horror, love, and redemption, set against the backdrop of a classic werewolf tale.
By Nivard Anna2 years ago in Fiction
Top 10 Hidden Stories: Stories You May Not Know. Content Warning.
The world is full of fascinating stories, both known and hidden. While some incidents and stories have become popular history, others remain lesser-known gems waiting to be discovered. In this article, we reveal ten hidden stories, each full of intrigue, innovation and inspiration.
By Sarang Panhwar2 years ago in Fiction
A session on the psychiatrist's couch
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Unreliable Narrator Challenge. You can learn more about it here: Hi Doc. Nice to meet you. I'm Lobo Weir. Thank you for squeezing me in so late. I would have preferred an earlier appointment but no matter. We've probably got enough time to complete the session before I have to leave.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The 10 Best Drama Series on Netflix: The Must-Have List
Netflix has revolutionized the way we consume television content. With a large library of drama series, it can be difficult to decide what to watch next. In this article, we've compiled a list of the 10 best Netflix drama series that offer compelling stories, well-drawn characters, and powerful performances that will make sure your binge-watching is both enjoyable and memorable.
By Sarang Panhwar2 years ago in Fiction
Puck's Pleasure Powder. Content Warning.
"Cast a spell and watch it work; Jason is no more a jerk." "That's not a spell. That's just a rhyme," Jess whispered as Anna cast some shapes under the canopy of the gnarled oak, making the candle flames flicker and bend with the draft from her movements. Jess was feeling a little jittery by the whole being-out-in-nature-at-night thing, having never done it before, not even a camp when she was a younger girl. Even though this was her idea, she was hoping that it would end soon and she could just go home. TV and a bath with bubbles - that's what she wanted right now. She was starting to regret ever suggesting this.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of the Black Wolf
In a secluded village nestled deep within the heart of an ancient forest, the enigmatic legend of the Black Wolf had been passed down through countless generations. This village, surrounded by towering trees and a mystical aura, was home to a creature that had captivated the imagination of its inhabitants for centuries. The Black Wolf, an elusive and majestic being, served as both a source of fear and reverence, inspiring numerous stories told around the warm glow of the villagers' hearth.
By Alpha the great 2 years ago in Fiction
Shackabomble
Stephanie hurdled into the cinema. "My brother was in a car accident. He was driving and a meth head ran him off the road but the police thought it was his fault and he was arrested. Luckily someone saw the other driver smoking a pipe earlier and they let Jacob go." Everyone else in the group huddled around Stephanie, hugging and consoling her. Everyone except myself and Ricky. 10 years I'd been hearing her bullshit stories. She didn't even have a brother called Jacob. I'd lost count of how many siblings she'd invented over the years. 12 by my count. In a three bedroom house where her grandmother also lived (actually - not by her delusional mind). I was fucking done. All of these lies designed to make people feel sorry for her middle class life with a father, grandmother and actual brother who loved her. "Shackabomble," I said, quietly at first. Everyone stopped talking. "What?" Stephanie said uncertainly. "Shackabomble. Shackabomble. SHACKABOMBLE." I got progressively louder with each Shackabomble. She could see the anger in my eyes as I advanced upon her, sending our friends scattering. She stepped back with each of my steps. "Shackabomble, bitch," I demanded. "Okay," she conceded. "Dad had to drop Eugene [her actual brother] at soccer practice." Everyone stared between us. The power had shifted. Finally someone had called her out. Ricky, a family friend of Stephanie's who also knew the truth, grinned at me. At last. Someone had called her out. Check mate, fucker.
By Renessa Norton2 years ago in Fiction
