Microfiction
Shining Light
Eleanor was far from godly. For one, she liked to eavesdrop; she liked to eavesdrop a lot. Her desire to be a fly on the wall probably stemmed from lack of trust, especially lack of trust in men. She always felt men’s characters were better assessed when they knew she wasn’t looking. Or, in many cases, hearing.
By BBqueen10102 years ago in Fiction
Sock-stealing Squirrels and Mayorly Mischief: A Merrymead Tale
Once upon a time inside the old fashioned metropolis of Merrymead, mischief became as commonplace as the morning dew. The townsfolk have been recognised for his or her playful spirits, constantly locating new and innovative ways to entertain themselves. Among them, mischievous friends, Jake and Lily, had been notorious for his or her mythical pranks.
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Enchanted Canopy
Once upon a time in the quaint town of Serenity Springs, there lived a young woman named Lily. She had a heart as pure as the crystal-clear stream that flowed through the meadows, and her eyes sparkled like the stars that adorned the velvety night sky.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui2 years ago in Fiction
Selling Pears
There was a countryman selling pears at the market. The pears were fragrant and sweet, but the price was very expensive. There was a Taoist priest wearing a tattered turban and a tattered cotton-padded jacket, begging for pears in front of a pear seller. The country people scolded him, but he didn't leave. The country man got angry and started yelling at him. The Taoist priest said: "There are hundreds of pears in this cart. I only want one of them, Taoist, and it won't be a big loss to you. Why bother with it?" The bystanders advised the countryman to pick a bad one. He gave the pear to the Taoist priest and sent him away, but the countryman refused. The clerk in the shop nearby saw the commotion and took out the money to buy a pear and gave it to the Taoist priest. After thanking the Taoist priest, he said to everyone: "Monks don't know how to be stingy. I have good pears, and I will take them out for everyone to eat later." Someone said: "Since you have pears, why don't you eat your own?" The Taoist priest said: "I just need it. Use this pear core as a seed." So he held the pear and ate it. After the Taoist priest finished eating the pears, he put the pear core in his hand, took off the shovel on his shoulder, dug a hole in the ground several inches deep, put the pear core into the hole, covered it with soil, and walked toward the street. The people asked for hot water. A good man asked for a pot of boiling water from a roadside shop. The Taoist priest took it and poured it into the pit. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, only a pear bud broke out of the ground, gradually grew up, and soon grew into a leafy pear tree. In a blink of an eye, the flowers bloomed, and in a blink of an eye, they bore fruits. The trees were full of big, sweet pears. The Taoist priest climbed up the tree, picked the pears, and gave them to the onlookers. After a while, the pears were eaten. Then, the Taoist priest used a shovel to chop down the pear tree. After chopping for a long time, he finally chopped it off. The Taoist priest carried the trunk with branches and leaves on his shoulders and walked calmly and unhurriedly. . At first, when the Taoist priest was performing tricks, the countryman was among the crowd of spectators. He only stretched his neck and stared at the excitement, and even forgot about selling pears. After the Taoist priest left, he looked back at his pear cart and saw that there were no pears left. Only then did he suddenly realize that the pears the Taoist priest had just divided were all his own. If I look closely, I can see that even one of the handlebars on the car is missing and has been newly cut off. He was angry and resentful, and hurriedly followed the path taken by the Taoist priest. When they turned a corner, they saw the broken handlebar thrown under the wall. Only then did the country people realize that the pear tree trunk cut off by the Taoist priest was the handlebar. The Taoist priest has disappeared. Everyone in the market was laughing so hard.
By han yiming2 years ago in Fiction
Drinking Buddies
Che was born in a family that was not rich, but he was addicted to wine and could not sleep without drinking three large bowls of wine every night, so the wine bottle by his bedside was often not empty. One night, he woke up from sleep. When he turned over, he felt as if someone was sleeping with him. He thought it was because the clothes covering him had slipped down. Touching it with his hand, he felt a furry thing, which looked like a cat but was bigger than a cat. He lit a lamp and looked at it. It was a drunk fox, sleeping on its side like a dog. Looking at the wine bottle again, the wine is empty. Mr. Che then smiled and said, "This is my drinking buddy!" Mr. Che couldn't bear to wake up the fox, so he covered it with clothes to block its outstretched arms, and slept together, keeping the light on so that he could see any changes. In the middle of the night, the fox stretched out and yawned. Chesheng smiled and said, "I slept so beautifully!" When he opened his clothes, he saw a handsome man wearing a Confucian hat. The fox got up and kowtowed to Chesheng in front of the bed, thanking him for not killing him. Che said: "I am addicted to drinking, but people think I am crazy. You are my confidant. If you don't doubt me, let's make a drinking friend." Then he pulled the fox to the bed and continued He went to bed and said, "You should come often and don't be suspicious of each other." The fox nodded in agreement. When Chesheng woke up, the fox was gone. So I prepared a glass of fine wine and waited for the fox to drink. In the evening, the fox came indeed, so they drank together. The fox drinks a lot and is good at telling jokes. It's really a shame to meet him so late. The fox said: "I have asked you to entertain me with fine wine many times. How can I repay you?" Mr. Che said: "Why talk about the joy of drinking and drinking?" The fox said: "Even so, you are a poor scholar. Buying Drinking money is not easy to come by. I should plan some drinking money for you." The next night, the fox came and said: "There is lost gold on the roadside seven miles southeast of here. You can go and get it back early. "After daybreak, Mr. Che went there and found two pieces of gold. So he went to the market to buy good food and prepare to drink wine at night. The fox told him again: "There is something hidden in the cellar behind the yard, and we should dig it out." According to what the fox said, he got more than one hundred thousand dollars. Mr. Che said happily: "With money in my pocket, I don't want to worry about it anymore." The fox said, "You can't do this. How can you keep scooping out the water in the ditch for a long time? You should plan for the long term." One day, the fox said to Mr. Che: "There is a lot of buckwheat in the market." It's cheap, and this kind of thing is a rare commodity." Mr. Che obeyed and bought more than forty stones of buckwheat. People laughed at him for being ignorant. Soon, there was a severe drought, and all the crops originally planted withered, and only buckwheat could be grown. In this way, Chesheng sold buckwheat seeds and earned ten times the interest. From then on, Chesheng became richer and bought 200 acres of fertile land for farming. Whatever you want to plant, you first ask the fox. The fox says if you plant more wheat, you will have a good harvest of wheat; As they became more and more close to each other, Fox called Che's wife sister-in-law and treated Che's children like his own sons. Later Che died and the fox stopped coming.
By han yiming2 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Lair of Secrets - Part 3
An eerie dawn woke the dig director and Trudy extra early. All of the Echo Team didn’t take long to gather together soon after instructions were given to follow Damian. They were all going armed to the teeth with rifles and shotguns that had been packed on the sledge.
By Kathy J Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
