Mystery
"Beyond Fiction: Could Time Travel Be Our Next Frontier?
Have you ever dared to dream of navigating the intricate tapestry of time itself? A journey where the past whispers its secrets, and the future beckons with tantalizing enigmas. Close your eyes, and let me weave a tale that transcends the ordinary, a tale of time travel that stretches the boundaries of reality.
By Kingsley U Anoruo2 years ago in Fiction
Three stories about wolves
A butcher came home after selling meat. It was getting late. Suddenly a wolf came running up. When he saw the meat in the load, he was so greedy that his mouth watered for a long time. The butcher walked in front, and the wolf followed for several miles. The butcher was very frightened, so he took out his knife to scare the wolf, and the wolf retreated slightly. The butcher turned around and walked away again, but the wolf followed him again. The butcher was at his wits' end and thought that what the wolf wanted to eat was meat, so he might as well hang the meat on a tree and pick it up early tomorrow morning. He hooked the meat with a hook, raised his feet and hung it on the tree. He showed the empty load to the wolf, and the wolf stopped. The butcher went straight home. Early the next morning, when the butcher went to get the meat, he saw a big thing hanging on the tree from a distance, which looked like a hanging man. He was shocked. He hesitantly walked closer and saw that it was a dead wolf. When he looked up and took a closer look, he saw that the wolf was holding meat in its mouth, and the meat hook pierced the wolf's upper jaw, just like a fish swallowing bait. At that time, the price of the wolf skin was very high. He sold it for more than ten taels of silver, and the butcher made a small fortune. It's really ridiculous that a wolf meets a wolf when a tree seeks fish.
By han yiming2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Dark Willow
In a small town, there's a legend surrounding an old willow tree that sits on the bank of a lake embedded in the depths of a dark mysterious forest. No one ever visits the tree and those who do never turn up again. Legend says a spirit haunts the tree and those who choose to disturb the spirit's sleep end up disappearing in mysterious ways. So for over 40 years, the tree has sat unbothered on the bank of the murky lake.
By Katelynn Marie 2 years ago in Fiction
Grappling with Myself
"Wait, what? You are going to fight yourself? In a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu match?" Steve asked, the puzzlement and confusion evident in his voice. "I've got to hand it to you buddy, it is one of the most interesting of the dumbest ideas I have ever heard, so at least its got that going for it." I gave my friend a look of disapproval and sighed loudly in exasperation before replying "First, I am going to grapple, not fight. We do not fight in BJJ, we grapple. Fighting is what happens on the streets amongst rival gangs, grappling is what happens in the gym on the mat between honorable opponents. Second, I will not be grappling with myself, I will be grappling with my concept of myself, my concept of identity." The look on Steve's face gave away his obvious confusion, and that look grew even more confused the longer he considered the idea. It was a reaction I was very much used to from almost everyone whenever I opened my mouth, but most especially from Steve. I loved the guy but he was a bit of a dullard. That, combined with the fact of my own insanity which led me to say, think, and do crazy things on a fairly regular basis would often leave Steve in a greatly confused state. But, one of the things I really liked about him was his generally sunny and optimistic outlook and I was not surprised at all when I saw his look of bewilderment slowly replaced by a smile which was shortly thereafter followed by a soft laugh.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 15
After we get our hostages secured with the others, Charlie and I head over to the warehouse to assist our teammates. By the time we get there, though, Corinaβs squad has most of the warehouse cleared out. Isabella and Mateo are out at the dock loading the supplies into a wagon. Alice is getting a horse hooked up to pull us out of here.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Rogue Reborn (Part 2)
At the tender age of sixteen, Rogue had left home with no idea of where she was going. Her mother was never coming home to her, and she could no longer face the town which had left her an orphan at an age when she most needed her parents. Aunt Helena had been kind and had done the best that she could for her, but she needed to put some distance between herself and the town of Brookville.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction








