Fable
Whispers Beneath the Mango Trees
The First Light of Mango Grove In the gentle warmth of dawn, the first light of the sun crept across the horizon, spilling gold over the lush, dew-drenched fields. The scent of mango blossoms floated on the morning breeze, soft and sweet, stirring the peaceful landscape awake. It was the time when even the birds hesitated to chirp, reverent of the stillness that hovered over the land like a sacred prayer.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad9 months ago in Fiction
"The Lion and the Clever Rabbit"
Long ago, deep in a vast and ancient jungle, there lived a lion named Barafu. His golden mane flowed like fire in the wind, and his roar thundered across the treetops. The animals of the forest called him King Barafu, but not out of love — out of fear.
By BAKHTIAR UDDIN9 months ago in Fiction
A morning of misunderstanding
It was morning. A kind of orange sun came through the Thai glass of the balcony and made the room sparkle. Shan's room was already filled with orange bedsheets, curtains and carpets. As soon as he woke up, his mood was spoiled. He forgot to draw the curtains of the window last night—such a beautiful sleep was ruined
By Ishrat Jahan 9 months ago in Fiction
"The Clever Hare and the Proud Lion"
Once upon a time, in the heart of a dense and vibrant jungle, there lived a powerful lion named Zor. With his golden mane and thunderous roar, Zor was feared by all the animals. He was the self-declared king of the jungle, and he ruled not with wisdom, but with terror.
By BAKHTIAR UDDIN9 months ago in Fiction
A Test of Truth: A Short Story About Integrity
The Surprise That Changed Everything It was a misty Friday morning in Greenhill Town. The school bell had just rung, and class 7B at Oakridge School was buzzing with chatter and sleepy yawns. But something unusual was about to happen—something that would test more than just academic skills.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of Wings in Blooming Fields
"The Whispering Wings" The valley was alive with color. Petals of every hue—red, pink, yellow, blue—swayed in a soft breeze, while tall trees lined the horizon like guardians of a sacred realm. The scent of wildflowers hung in the air, thick with summer’s warmth. Above the blooms, hummingbirds danced, their wings a blur of iridescent green and ruby.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad9 months ago in Fiction
