Historical

"Beneath Palms and Skies"
Once upon a time, on a tropical island in the middle of the ocean, there was a young woman named Sarah. She was a city girl, born and raised in the concrete jungle of New York City. She had always dreamed of visiting a tropical island, and finally, her dream had come true. She was on a vacation to escape the hustle and bustle of her daily life.
By Ajin C Jose3 years ago in Fiction
Listening to Literature
If you’re like me, you take pride in your physical book collection. The bend in your shelf from the weight of the books scratches an itch in your brain you never knew existed until I pointed it out just now. When I was little, Beauty and the Beast was my favorite movie. I wanted to be just like Belle — the strong, heroine type who was gifted an entire library of books to peruse. Belle was a reader, so she was *quirky* and *different.* I still don’t have a library like Belle, but I’ve found that she was so right to escape through her novels. I now also understand that it wasn’t the collection she admired. The value of the books lies in their ability to sweep you away to far-off places.
By Ashley Smith3 years ago in Fiction
The Bookie
Kage Griffin took a seat at the blackjack table with $10,000 worth of chips he'd quite recently won from craps. This evening was his evening. He planned to begin bringing in back all the cash he'd depleted from his youngsters' school reserves.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
A Very Dark Magic
Misfortune. She lets me know it was karma, that I had a few karma and my karma was terrible. "It was not your shortcoming," she lets me know this like it was something that occurred previously. A blip. The universe hiccuped and I endured subsequently.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
The Most Extravagant Thing On The Planet
He was fed up with tidying up after individuals. His work nauseated him more consistently. Club housekeeper..blah..He tidied up champagne smelling upchuck, cocaine sprinkled blood, even a jewel - encrusted stiletto heel from ...one of those. Women...He'd needed to be a blackjack seller; he rehearsed consistently. He expressed hey to the club managers, he even wore a necktie with his housekeeping coveralls. He'd come to Las Vegas with overwhelming joy in his heart.". I'm gonnna be rich, sometime in the future. I can feel it!". He had his lucky trinket, another poker chip that he found on the floor when he was wiping up upchuck. He cleared it off and it looked very great! Like it was winking at him. He quit clearing and took it out. He grinned at it, gave it a speedy little kiss. As he was wiping it off once more, someone found him.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
Somebody Has Died
Somebody has died. Of this, I'm sure. I know it since I generally know it. As I lie here alone in this enormous, void bed and stand by listening to the downpour, I recall it as it gets back to me, this believing, this fear, skittering all over my throat with 1,000 little legs. It gets comfortable my stomach like an incredible stone, a strong, nauseating weight. It is malodorous in its weight and unquestionable in its commonality. Somebody has passed on. I don't have the foggiest idea who.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
Deranged, Manipulative, Insane
The tempest had felt like talk the entire day, yet presently, the sky was conveying. Briefly, similar to a blade getting a flicker of light and refracting it in huge number, everything sparkled white. The lightning split the entire sky down the middle, and at that time, it was more brilliant than sunshine. The highest points of the headstones appeared to beat like strobe lights in a club before obscurity settled them down once more.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
WRITE A FICTION STORY ABOUT CHARNA ISLAND IN PAKISTAN
Once upon a time, there was a small island called Charna Island. It was located in the middle of the ocean, far away from any other land. The island was known for its beautiful beaches, crystal clear waters, and lush green forests. It was a place of peace and tranquility, where the only sounds were the gentle waves of the ocean and the chirping of the birds.
By Muhammad Hassan3 years ago in Fiction
Story of a Girl
I don't have the foggiest idea when it had started. I can't stick highlight what is happening or feeling that began this. It had been a progression of episodes, heaps of stowed away sentiments that had prompted this. I'm not grumbling, don't misunderstand me, I love it, yet here and there it gets tedious.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
The Transformative Power of Storytelling: How Fiction Shapes Our Perception and Reality
The Power of Storytelling: Understanding its Transformative Potential Narrative, as one of humanity's most ancient and enduring modes of self-expression, has always been a fundamental aspect of our culture and experience. But what is it about storytelling that imbues it with such formidable power? How does fiction shape our understanding and perception of reality? In this discourse, we shall delve into the ways in which storytelling can transform our lives and alter our comprehension of the world.
By Mohammad Hammash3 years ago in Fiction
Hobbies and Interests: A Guide to Finding Fulfillment and Balance in Life
The Importance of Personal Hobbies and Interests Personal hobbies and interests can play a significant role in an individual's life, providing a sense of purpose, fulfillment, and enjoyment. They can also serve as a source of relaxation, stress relief, and a way to connect with others.
By SHIAMGANESH 3 years ago in Fiction
United by Love, United by the Stars.
In the year 2300, humanity had reached the pinnacle of technological advancement. They had colonized many planets, created advanced artificial intelligence, and discovered the secret of faster-than-light travel. Among the colonists on a distant planet was a young woman named Samantha. She was a brilliant engineer, dedicated to maintaining the planet's terraforming systems.
By Sri Vishnu3 years ago in Fiction