Series
The Blessed City
King Nikolai walked the courtyard turned graveyard. The moon had hardly risen to its peak when word of the disaster at the borstal woke him from sleep. Before the sun broke the horizon, he arrived at the borstal and was taken to the yard. He stepped over the dead bodies that still lay unmoved. Blood latched onto his boots and he carried with him the smell of burnt flesh. Dozens of Kings Men and several blessed children had their lives taken just hours before.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Akbar And Birbal
Birbal Helps a Pandit Once a Brahmin named Seetharam came to Birbal for his help. He told him that his father was a very good Pandit and all people use to call him Pandit Ji. Since he cannot do all those things, nobody calls him Pandit Ji. Although he was very much satisfied with his work, life, income but he had this wish that all people should call him Pandit Ji. Birbal said it was not difficult at all, but he had to follow his advice word by word.
By Palwasha Sadiq4 years ago in Fiction
Akbar and Birbal
Birbal Does Justice Once a man sold his well to a farmer. Next day when farmer went to draw the water from that well, the man did not allow him to draw the water from it. He said, "I have sold you the well, not the water, so you cannot draw the water from the well."
By Palwasha Sadiq4 years ago in Fiction
Akbar and Birbal story 3
Why is camel's Neck Crooked? Akbar was very impressed with Birbal's wit and wisdom. So one day Akbar promised him for many gifts. But it so happened that several days passed, but there was no sign of gift. Birbal was very disappointed. He didn't know what to do? One day when Akbar was taking a stroll at the bank of Yamunaa with his dear minister Birbal, he happened to notice a camel. He asked Birbal, "Tell me Birbal, why the camel's neck is crooked."
By Palwasha Sadiq4 years ago in Fiction
Akbar and Birbal Story 4
Four Fools Once, Akbar asked Birbal to find four fools in his kingdom and being them to him. Birbal was amused at the Emperor’s wish and said, “Jahanpanah, it is not a difficult task as this world is full of foolish people. All I need is a of few days.” Akbar readily granted Birbal’s request and gave him few days time to look out for the fools in his kingdom.
By Palwasha Sadiq4 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
“I suppose this is why there were the only two costumes left?” Nigel said, stepping into the foyer and looking around. He had to admit it was very impressive. Everything around him dripped opulence. Yesterday was his first time in one of these palaces—there was no other word he could think to use—and he smiled to himself. It was reminiscent of the luxurious hotel lobbies in Paris where the Generals headquartered. The Generals always occupied the largest of the suites, perhaps thinking rank had its privileges? With money comes opulence, he thought. But tonight, instead of soldiers, officers and politicians with their mistresses, here there were costumed guests from the surrounding manor houses.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
An Eternity Had Passed
He laughed. It was a deep guttural laugh that left her feeling an ache between her legs. “It isn’t enough,” was all that he said and it was all that she needed to hear as she reached up to kiss him again. The second kiss was filled with more fire and passion as she parted her lips and granted him access. His tongue and hers battled for dominance and it was a dance that felt so amazing to play. It felt like an eternity had passed. The kiss was everything that she had ever hoped for. Her body was consumed with desire and all she wanted was to rip off his clothes and allow him to take her right where they stood. She knew she was dreaming because this couldn't be real. Yet, the part of her that longed for some connection with someone knew that what was happening was very real. He was here. He was real and he loved her.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
Jason & Demarara #2:
A GRUMPY JASON pulled out a string of green dog poo bags from one of the many pockets built into his technical hiking coat, looking, thought Demarara, like an animal scat magician. “Ta-Da!” she imagined him saying, before wowing the audience with an elaborate card trick or somesuch.
By jamie harding4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
The sun slipped slowly into the distance, locked in a blaze of bright autumn colours. Willow trees, standing in silent silhouette on the horizon were twisting and bending—crying in protest as the last vestiges of summer slunk passed—naked branches whipping as the wind picked up from the East bringing storm clouds scuttling across a darkening sky. Aspens, in serried masses row upon row, were bowing and undulating as if they were servants, while steady elms, with the taciturn patience of age, were standing proud, as if they were knights on a chessboard. The long grass writhed across variegated hills and hummocks—every hump, knoll, prominence, and tor—rippling in the setting sun as though they were waves on an emerald ocean.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
