Microfiction
The Bag - Ella. Content Warning.
This microfiction is part of a series. In order: The Bag; Jason's Dilemma; The Girl; Jason and the Girl; The Skewered Apple; Girl, Disrupted; Reward; Him; Master of the Games/The Guard; Discovery; Pursuit; Jason Remembers; Reverb;
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice of Mrinal: A Tale of Family, Pride, and Exile. Content Warning.
In the core of a clamoring area in Italy stands a transcending six-story house, a demonstration of the fantasies and forfeits of Mrinal, a man who worked for a considerable length of time in an unfamiliar land to accommodate his loved ones. Every block, each tile, bears the heaviness of his goals and the perspiration of his temple. However, in the midst of the loftiness of his achievement lies a story of familial disagreement, pride, and at last, exile.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
Unwinding the Secret: A Story of Interest and Misdirection. Content Warning.
In the maze of life, secrets frequently hide in the shadows, ready to be disentangled. Such is the story of Hasan and Shayla, an account woven with layers of interest, trickery, and unanswered inquiries. Their story unfurls in the midst of the setting of a shady area of town, where mysteries proliferate, and trust is a delicate ware.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
The Nature of Friendship Between Men and Women: Myths, Realities, and Psychological Insights. Content Warning.
The idea of fellowship among people has for some time been a subject of discussion, addressed by scholarly monsters and clinicians the same. Shakespeare once said, "A kid can never be a young lady's companion since there are feelings and actual longings included." Repeating this opinion, the Irish writer Oscar Wilde commented, "Among people, there is no chance of fellowship. There can be energy, hatred, love, love, yet no companionship." Comparatively, the cherished Bangladeshi creator Humayun Ahmed noticed, "A kid and a young lady can be companions, however they will definitely fall head over heels. It very well may be for an extremely brief time frame, or at some unacceptable time, or exceptionally late, or maybe for eternity. Be that as it may, they will fall head over heels."
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
The More Caring a Man Is, the Luckier a Woman Is? A Story of Love, Struggle, and Resilience. Content Warning.
In the embroidery of human connections, accounts of adoration and constancy frequently stand apart as encouraging signs and motivation. One such story is that of a familial couple, in spite of familial resistance and cultural assumptions, figured out how to construct a daily existence established on steady love and shared regard. This story highlights the significance of certified fondness as well as features the flexibility expected to conquer difficulties for adoration.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
159 You've Just Entered the Fight-or-Flight Zone
Adrenaline prepares us, biochemically, to fight or run away, two crucial options that made possible our species' survival: Pupils constrict to better focus on our peril. Our heart rate increases for more oxygen to our muscles, so we can use them on-the-fly (to fight or to run). Hair stands on edge, making us look bigger and more threatening, harkening back to when size mattered. Blood pressure rises, delivering more stroke volume to our muscles; gut circulation decreases, allowing more blood for the musculoskeletal system.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Mother
"I don't want to!" "But you have to! You can't continue like this!" Moira had had another call. Mother had fallen again. She had been found by the neighbour who had heard her faint calls that morning. Luckily, Moira had had the foresight to give the neighbour her number.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
I am Jack's tumour. Top Story - June 2024.
I've always been able to See things, as long as I can remember. Small snippets of insight. Flashes I call them. That's what they are. Quick. Sometimes big, sometimes small. Could be what a stranger ate for breakfast, or what your nana said to you before she died. I've always accepted it as part of who I am.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Unconventional Path to Learning. Content Warning.
In the curious neighborhood where Swarup and his family resided, consistently brought a squabble among Swarup and his significant other. The local youngsters had all taken in their ABCs, while their child Rup had not taken in a thing. Swarup had even kept Rup from having a customary inception into training, much to his significant other's disappointment. "Is it safe to say that you are attempting to keep our kid uninformed? Take a gander at the kid nearby; he can as of now do expansion and deduction," she would mourn. Swarup never answered, covering his face in the paper. His better half had once brought a confidential mentor, however Swarup sent him away. Indeed, even Swarup's folks couldn't grasp his way of behaving. Swarup himself was exceptionally taught, holding a Ph.D. in material science, making his disregard of Rup's schooling all the seriously confounding. At five years of age, Rup actually hadn't figured out how to peruse or compose.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
