Stream of Consciousness

Late Night Phone Call
Late at night, there was a loud knock on the door of our hostel room. Ashi and I were in the room. Ashi asked, “Who is it?”. The watchman replied that there was a call from Rubina’s house. Ashi got up and left to listen. I also followed her. It was quite late at night, and I was praying that all would be well. This incident is from 2001. Mobile phones were not common. The hostel phone was not far from our room. On the way, I asked the watchman why the call came at that time.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
My Brother Was My First Friend
There are two brothers that I have. My oldest brother, Aamir, and I shared a childhood. He used to ride his bicycle throughout the city with me. I was prepared to go, whether it was to see a buddy or go to the market. Fun fact about our relationship is, that thanks to him I mastered the art of riding a bike considerably larger than myself. It took little effort to make it move. Since the pedals were significantly lower than the feet, pushing down on one would cause the other pedal to rise. Next, press it downward. That was my cycle’s course.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Melody
Once upon a time, in a magical forest far, far away, there lived a young fairy named Marigold. Her golden hair shimmered like sunlight spun into thread, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with the mischievous glint of a playful breeze. Marigold's laughter echoed through the trees as she flitted from flower to flower, sprinkling iridescent dust that made the blossoms bloom with even more vibrant colors. The forest was her playground, a symphony of buzzing bees, chirping birds, and the rustling leaves weaving a melody only the fairies could truly hear.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
Success at Failure
Often, the hardest pill to swallow, the one that sticks in your throat and causes you to nearly choke, is the one that teaches you the best lesson. That was the case for Ol' Albie, a good friend of my parents when I was growing up. He was a success at everything in life. Had a great job, was considered the best in his field, had an amazing car, beautiful wife and three exceptional kids, one of which was my best friend at the time. My father always claimed that Albie was matchless, special and whatnot. I wasn't so sure and felt he was just talking pish.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Wrong Answers Only
for RM Stockton's 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 (𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞) xxxxxxx if you multiply 5x5 you get 25. simple. easy. i was never a math wiz, but i like the circles more than the squares because when i look for them in the numbers, i always come up short. there are too many of them, numbers, i mean. they're not like letters and its scary because infinity is scary, but there is infinity in words too and i think i like that sort of infinity more because when you add words to each other there is no right answer. numbers are too sharp, too perfect and simple. but i don't think in simplicity, i like the wrong answers and i like the half solutions too, because words can never truly be wrong, they are all too beautiful for that.
By lucyjb2 years ago in Fiction
First Step Towards Green
Maria aspires to make her city’s environmental conditions better. The campaign was launched by her at home. She positioned a medium-sized basket —named the “Recycling Bin” — in the middle of her home. Everyone in the family begins to stuff plastic, paper, cards, and other non-biodegradable items into that basket. Maria is pleased with the dramatic decrease in house waste. She knows that this practice should be extended on an industrial scale to save Earth from unwanted filth.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
From Village Farm to World Champion
Veronica was born in a village in Africa. From a young age, she started working on her father’s farm. She always wanted to explore the world but couldn’t afford to.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
A Rainy Road To Success
The random word is Leaden Anthony left before the sun rose. He estimated that it would take four hours to get there. His appointment was set for eleven a.m.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
A Kind Exchange
Jacob, holding a jacket, was waiting in line before the cash register. He was homeless and a woman gave him $100 for buying a jacket in cold weather. A woman was setting feeders, diapers, and baby milk tins on the counter. It came to about 170 dollars in total. After going through her bag, the woman hardly found seventy dollars. Reluctantly, she returned one tin of milk but the bill was still $140. Jacob made her a hundred-dollar offer. She accepted the money at his insistence.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
How To Break Confines of Poverty
Sheraz has been watching his father working hard as a laborer since childhood. To break this cycle, he needed to break the social confines in which his parents were struggling for a long.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
To Every Sign I ignored, From Every Worry I'll have
The worries of yesterday always seem to creep up when things are at their brightest. Dusty skeletons I believed to be buried in their respective closets burst through flooding my mind. easily overthrowing any of the things I held in high regard. The scales are tipped and they rarely seem to fall in my favor. But when they do life has its way of reminding you.
By Somebody's Something 2 years ago in Fiction
Elysium!
Once upon a time in a not-so-distant future, virtual reality had become an integral part of everyday life. People across the globe were interconnected through a vast digital landscape known as the Metaverse. It was a place where one could be anything they wanted, go anywhere they desired, and do the impossible.
By Sunny2 years ago in Fiction