Holiday
Lenin's Birthday portrait
April 22 is the Birthday of Vladimir Lenin, the leader of the world's proletariat and the 1917 Bolshevik revolution. It always surprises me that Hitler's and Lenin's birthdays are so close, just one full day apart (April 20 and 22, respectively). Here's a Drabble illustrating how serious Lenin's cult was in the former Soviet Union. It is a loose translation of a story by Denis Dragunsky, a wonderful Russian children's books author, who remembered this episode from 1961:
By Lana V Lynx9 months ago in Fiction
The Foolish Tiger
Once, near a king’s palace, there lived a fox. His den was right behind the royal goat shed. The king’s goats were very beautiful and plump. Just the sight of them made the fox’s mouth water. But he couldn't get close because of the shepherds guarding them.
By Alomgir Hossain9 months ago in Fiction
A Basket by the Door
I always thought Easter was for the little things - the clink of porcelain mugs on the kitchen counter, the crinkle of plastic grass in baskets, the smell of my mom’s lemon bread toasting in the oven, spread thick with butter and jam. It was for pastel sweaters and garden blooms and little foil-wrapped chocolates melting in your hand.
By Elendionne9 months ago in Fiction
An Easter Feast. Content Warning.
Once upon a time there was a large, bipedal bunny. I wouldn't say he was "giant", in that he couldn't knock down skyscrapers, or even houses, really. Even a small cottage would have given him trouble. He was as tall as a man, so we can safely say he was giant for a rabbit.
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Isaiah Rising
8 year old Isaiah has arrived at his church with his mother Miriam and his father Jonah for Easter Sunday. Their church, The First Calvary is hosting an Easter egg hunter for children in the community. “So how many eggs are you gonna get at the hunt today Isaiah?” Miriam asked while stepping out of the passenger’s seat. “I’m gonna get em’ all” Isaiah said with excitement.
By Joe Patterson9 months ago in Fiction
A Journey of One
Chapter One: The Leaving The town of Ellensworth was the kind of place where silence clung to the walls. Nothing loud ever happened there. People moved in quiet, careful ways—mowing lawns in the early morning, waving politely from across the street, exchanging small, rehearsed smiles in the market. It wasn’t a cruel place, just...numb.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Fiction
The Egg That Wasn't
Marigold “Mari” Puddlewhistle had lived her entire life in the town of Peepwillow, a place so obsessed with Easter that they left their pastel bunting up year-round. Their post office smelled faintly of marshmallow, and every address came with an automatic subscription to “The Bunny Bulletin.”
By Elendionne9 months ago in Fiction
The Locket Under the Oak
The oak tree had always been a silent witness. Its leaves ruffled with tales that no one dared to hear, and its roots dug into the ground like ancient veins. It was simply "the haunted tree" at the woods' edge to the Willowbrook residents. But to 16-year-old Lila, it was a sanctuary—a place to escape her foster parents’ sharp words and the loneliness that gnawed at her bones.
By Md Johirul Islam9 months ago in Fiction
