Holiday

The Art of Creating Fiction That Feels Real
Have you ever read a novel so vivid it felt as if you could step right into its world? Or met a character in a short story who seemed more alive than some people you know in real life?
By Kim Jon6 months ago in Fiction
It was the summer of '69
This tale is one that borrows from life itself. It is, however, largely fictional. “I don’t know how many clothes to bring,” Paloma said, digging about in her suitcase. “Do you think there’ll be a washing machine? I can’t fit much more in here.”
By Marie McGrath6 months ago in Fiction
Love Beneath the Stars
The first time Arjun saw Maya, she was standing barefoot on the rooftop, her arms outstretched, as if trying to embrace the entire night sky. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and the breeze played with her hair like it had known her forever. In that moment, she looked like she belonged to the stars more than the earth.
By M Fawad6 months ago in Fiction
First Night in Bangkok
It was late when I landed in Bangkok, and I was exhausted. The flight had drained me — the recycled air, the cramped seat, the hours of restless half-sleep. I should’ve gone straight to bed.
By Nicky Bes7 months ago in Fiction
Lights Over London
“Madam, you should come below.” Dickie stood in the doorway, his voice gentle, but firm. Outside, the sky flashed with bursts of light. But this was no celebration—it was war. Bombs were falling across London, and everyone was supposed to be in the safety of the shelters.
By ibrahim khan7 months ago in Fiction
Painted Skies and Promises
Most love stories begin in cafés, bookstores, or between crowded conversations. Ours began in a sunset. Not in a poetic, scripted kind of way, but in the real, messy, breathtaking way that only life can orchestrate when you're least expecting it.
By Khan Zada7 months ago in Fiction
Thursdays Are for Ghosts
The first time I noticed her was the week after the funeral. A Thursday, to be exact. I was in the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea I hadn’t meant to make, in a house too quiet for comfort. The sugar clinked gently against the mug like footsteps on tile. I wasn’t thinking of her, not directly, not consciously. But there she was. A shape in the hallway mirror—quick, soft, and impossibly familiar.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Garden
There was a village at the edge of the world where time stood still—not metaphorically, but truly. The sun always hovered in the same place. The shadows never grew longer. The leaves on the trees were forever green, and not a single wrinkle ever touched the faces of the people who lived there.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asim7 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm (George Orwell) - Chapter- 8 (Novel)
As Animal Farm enters its fourth year of independence, the gap between the pigs and the other animals is growing rapidly. Napoleon, with the help of his ferocious dogs and the persuasive Squealer, has consolidated his control. The animals are struggling to survive, but their memories of the past are dim, and they cling desperately to hope.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm- Chapter- 4 (George Orwell)
As summer turns to autumn, word of the animals’ successful rebellion spreads far beyond Animal Farm. Snowball and Napoleon send pigeons to neighboring farms to tell the other animals about their revolution and to teach them the song of the Beast of England. The pigeons carry the message far and wide, inspiring animals on other farms to rise up just as they have. Meanwhile, the human owners of neighboring farms—Mr. Pilkington of Foxwood and Mr. Frederick of Pinchfield—become deeply concerned that ideas of animalism might spread. They try to downplay the animal revolution, mocking Animal Farm and calling it a failure, but secretly, they fear a similar rebellion among their own animals.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm — Chapter 3 (George Orwell)
With Manor Farm now transformed into Animal Farm, the animals waste no time in putting their new society into practice. They begin working enthusiastically in the fields, more motivated than ever under Mr. Jones. The pigs, thanks to their superior intelligence, take on leadership and planning roles, while the other animals throw themselves into physical labor. Boxer, a huge cart horse, becomes the farm's workhorse in both name and spirit. His personal motto - "I will work harder" - inspires everyone around him. Even the ducks and chickens do their best, picking up stray kernels of corn to ensure that nothing goes to waste. Although harvesting is difficult without human tools and skills, they manage better than expected, with greater success than ever before. There is a sense of pride and ownership in every mouthful of food they produce, which drives them to work harder and cooperate more willingly. The animals, for the first time, feel that their labor is truly for their own benefit, not for some master who steals the fruits of their labor.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Fiction