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Shake It Off and Step Up
Since obstacles are something to shake off, step on. Once upon a time, there was a farmer who had a donkey. It was very old. Once the farmer took out the old donkey. So idiotic, it recently fell into a pond. It groaned for a long time. The farmer attempted to find a way to help it. At last, the farmer saw that the donkey was too old. Plus, the pond needed to be hidden. It was stupid to help the donkey. So the farmer told the villagers to help cover the pond. They all gathered with shovels to dump dirt into the pond. When the mud first landed on the donkey's back, it was surprised, but it soon came to understand its situation. It howled immediately. At one point, everyone looked and was amazed to see that the donkey was silent. When the farmer had thrown a few shovels of soil into the pond, he looked inside the pond and was astounded to discover that when everyone threw soil on the donkey's back, the donkey would shake the soil off its back and step on that soil. The more everybody tried to throw dirt, the better it rose to the challenge.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction
"Atoms of Power". AI-Generated.
In the heart of what was once the Republic of Virelia, a lone reactor still pulsed beneath layers of concrete and steel. The world above had changed — forests crept through crumbling cities, vines tangled with satellite dishes, and dust-laden roads led to nowhere. But underground, deep in the Earth’s forgotten chambers, power still hummed. Silent. Eternal.
By "TaleAlchemy"9 months ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 3].. Content Warning.
*** The man remembers, fifteen years ago. Before he truly understood the curse. He walked among the lips of the pier, scavenging through the pile of trash left by the passengers. He found nothing except for the foaming ocean water. Then, his two pearl eyes fixated on a mother carrying her child on her left arm, and a bag of fresh fish on her right hand. His drool dripped, his eyes sharpened, and his long tail waved as a signal that he found his target. His paws stuck closer to the edge of the pier, and he leaped into the big ship that had just docked. The ship's anchor protruded from the surface of the sea that started to turn reddish in the reflected light of sunset. The big ship departed, leaving its city behind. The city filled with narrow alleys, where he always ran to avoid being hit by broomsticks. Narrow alleys that had trash cans at each end, where he scavenged for food. The cat meowed and sniffed on the third floor deck of the ship, sharpening his sense of smell to trace the fresh fish aroma brought by the mother. It was complete, just five meters in front of him. The mother was sitting on the passenger seat, nursing her child. Now, he just had to wait for the pitch-black night. It had been an hour and thirty minutes since the ship sailed calmly on the moonlit sea. Some passengers grouped themselves according to their age order. They suddenly greeted each other, getting to know each other, telling their origins and ethnicities. The elderly were busy discussing their youthful days, while the young people joked around while humming night songs. It was not as dark as expected. Now the cat took a higher spot, on the roof of the third floor deck. He still caught the scent of fresh fish, guarding it not to be lost. His trick turned out not to be as easy as wagging his tail, which now just lay flat, stroking his hungry belly. He sat, gazing into the distance, occasionally looking up to let the moonlight's bias dip into his pearl- like eyes. He meowed loudly, asking the clouds to cover the moonlight. "Meeeooong...!" Suddenly, the passengers fell silent, momentarily stopping their activities. They were quiet not because a cat was meowing on the roof, but because the ship's speed slowed down when the captain turned the steering wheel to make a turn. Then, from a distance, there was a faint sound like a trumpet. There were other ships across the port. The lights of the ships sparkled like fireflies, lining up and shining along the beach's lips. Confirming that the destination was close, a destination to another city. The cat squinted, its ears perked up, sharpening its hearing. Restless, the fish might not be eaten. It leaped and ran towards the deck, keeping an eye on the passengers' area. The fish bag was still there, among the rows of long benches. It was time for dinner. Nobody cared, not even the owner who had already fallen asleep with their child. The cat crept among the slouching passengers' legs, finally getting a big chunk of fresh fish. It sharpened its claws, clawing at the bag until it tore open. The cat was angry because the ship was slowing down to dock, and the bag was still intact. It bit into the bag, its fangs piercing the surface. It tasted the fish's fat mixed with its own saliva, and continued to scratch at it. But then the mother woke up, finding her child urinating, peeing on the black fish bag. The cat, now wet with urine, was trying to steal the fish.
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Fiction
"Whispers of Peace". AI-Generated.
The village of Eloria sat on the edge of a great divide—between two kingdoms that had been at war for as long as memory allowed. Smoke from distant fires often drifted over its quiet hills, and the people had long since stopped counting the seasons by harvests, and instead by the length of peace between skirmishes.
By "TaleAlchemy"9 months ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 2].. Content Warning.
*** The color was a shiny black, as dark as the night. He walked among the dry branches soaked by the rain. Only the two pearl-like orbs on his face, his eyes, could be taken with him anywhere. He moved through the bushes and once again his body twisted to gaze at the cloudy sky, hoping the full moon would never appear. Hoping the rain would finally favor the curse that condemned him. Hoping to keep watching his lover's body only in the form of a black cat. He tried to meow, but his voice suddenly grew heavy, no longer resembling that of a cat. He tried to retreat, sneaking his body back into the bushes, to avoid the full moon's light.
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Fiction
The Doorway of Dreams . AI-Generated.
In a forgotten corner of the mountains, where stars hung low and winds carried the scent of pine and memory, there lived a boy named Zahid. His life was quiet. Days passed in rhythm with the land—he fetched water from the spring, gathered wood, helped his mother bake bread, and listened to his grandfather’s tales under the night sky. But while his days were woven from earth and duty, his nights belonged to dreams.
By Muneer qinaat9 months ago in Fiction
