Holiday
Echoes of the Island
The ocean shimmered under the golden glow of the setting sun, waves lapping gently against the dock as the boat pulled away, leaving the group of tourists alone on the secluded island. The air smelled of salt and ripe fruit, the perfect vision of paradise.
By V-Ink Stories11 months ago in Fiction
Golden Sun & Silver Moon
The golden sun promised an exciting day for Ash and May. Something about the blinding daylight suggested that amazing things were about to happen. The journey to the beach was a long and winding road. The first step was to take the bus to the airport. Then the extensive checks and wait for the plain. The plane from Tokyo to London was over eight hours, and then there was a long train journey to Bournemouth.
By Chloe Gilholy11 months ago in Fiction
An Easter Bunny Tale
One morning while looking out at my garden I was amazed at watching what this one bunny was doing. It was a bright sunny early morning for the sun was just starting to rise and the sky was so vividly blue and the air was cool this early Easter morning. It seemed to be gathering something from the yards in mine and the neighbors as well. For some reason I went out and sat down on the porch and continued to watch him. He not really sure if it was a male bunny, as he continued collecting whatever he must have noticed me for he looked my way. He started hopping towards and when he got halfway in my direction, he showed me what he was doing. He had collected a few eggs that seemed to have an odd scent. This bunny has the most peculiar face when handling these eggs and he whispered these eggs are rotten and cannot give. There will be more fresh ones in a few minutes. I sort of just sat there kind of amazed for I thought the Easter bunny was made up for the little children to have something to look forward as we do at Christmas with Santa Claus. Never knew I would meet the Easter Bunny. He is almost like Santa for in a flash he was back and had fresh decorated eggs in his basket and no funny smell. He hopped to the other houses and replaced those eggs as well. The bunny came back my way and looked at me and twitched his little black nose and as he hopped down the street I thought I heard him say "Happy Easter to All and to All a Good Day."
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Fiction
Love in the Time of Wrestling
Combat Women's Wrestling had been in business for 14 years, and one of the promotion's big stars was Lena Pierce, nicknamed "The Iron Maiden" for her strong resolve. She had been wrestling for five years and boasted an impressive record in the ring, and had appeared to have seen it all in her time in the ring, until about a month ago.
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Fiction
Un-Valentine Me
The Lamia girls were busy discussing their plans for Valentine’s Day in the coffee shop. They were too deep into their talk to pay attention to the other customers around them. Therefore, none of them noticed the smartly-clad young man enter the shop and walk over to their table until he cleared his throat. Looking up at him, they all groaned aloud upon seeing him.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Fiction
Valentine’s Day. AI-Generated.
Why Is Valentine’s Day Celebrated on 14 February? Valentine’s Day is widely recognised as a celebration of love, romance, and affection. Every year on 14 February, couples exchange heartfelt messages, gifts, and gestures of love. But why is this date so special? The origins of Valentine’s Day are deeply rooted in history, blending ancient Roman traditions, Christian martyrdom, and medieval romantic ideals. Understanding the historical significance of 14 February sheds light on why this date continues to be associated with love and devotion.
By Mutonga Kamau11 months ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
The streets of New York were adorned with red and pink decorations, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Cafés buzzed with couples sharing soft laughter over candlelit dinners, and flower vendors were busy wrapping delicate bouquets for last-minute lovers. Among the crowd, Emma walked briskly, clutching a small wrapped gift in her hands. Her heart pounded as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say.
By Pranshu verma12 months ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Lighthouse
Daniel Hayes had seen many strange things in his career, but nothing compared to what lay before him now—a void where the Blackwater Cliff lighthouse should have been. A few hours ago, it had stood there, defying the storm that howled through the night. Now, it was simply gone.
By Mirhadi Tahsin12 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
Echoes of the Past The wind howled through the ancient forest, carrying with it the whispers of a thousand forgotten tales. The trees, gnarled and twisted with age, stood as silent sentinels, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. Beneath their canopy, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the cycle of life and death that had played out here for centuries.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
The Doppelgänger Effect
The Doppelgänger Effect In the quiet, mist-shrouded town of Eldermere, nestled between ancient forests and a whispering river, there was a legend that no one spoke of but everyone feared. It was the tale of the Doppelgänger Effect—a phenomenon said to occur once every century, when the veil between worlds grew thin, and shadows took on a life of their own. It was said that during this time, a person might encounter their exact double, a mirror image of themselves, but with a sinister twist. To meet one’s doppelgänger was an omen of impending doom, a harbinger of chaos that would unravel the fabric of one’s life.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Thief
The Memory Thief The town of Evermere had a secret. At first glance, it was like any other quaint village—cobblestone streets, ivy-covered cottages, and a marketplace that bustled with cheerful voices. But in the heart of Evermere stood an ancient bookstore, **The Hollow Quill**, owned by a man few dared to speak of: Elias Thorne.
By Himansu Kumar Routray12 months ago in Fiction
