Short Story
life in a foreign contry
Once upon a time, there was this dude named Alex. He packed up his bags, kissed his mom goodbye, and decided to jet off to a foreign land. Why? Well, he figured life could use a bit of spice, you know?
Andika PutraPublished 14 minutes ago in FictionName Your Wish, Grant a Curse
A bell charmed when He Xin entered. Low-hanging lights cast a warm amber around the restaurant. He Xin walked over to the menu propped up on a stand while she scanned the bar situated at the back. Besides a lone customer sitting at her own table, the restaurant and even the bar were empty, which was just what He Xin needed. She looked down to flip through the menu.
andy liliesPublished about an hour ago in FictionThe sweet truth about dark chocolate
The sweet truth about dark chocolate Dark chocolate is a delicious and nutritious treat that has been enjoyed for centuries. It is made from the roasted and ground seeds of the cacao tree, and it is rich in antioxidants and other beneficial compounds. In recent years, there has been a growing body of research suggesting that dark chocolate may have a number of health benefits, including:
Mohamed Sobhy MorsyPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionI'm sorry
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Edgar's Vigil
A lone figure sat on the sand watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. He was prepared to wait here all through the cold night if it meant even a single moment with her.
Alice ElizabethPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionEchoes in the silence
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream, I wander through the shadows of my mind, Where resonations mumble advantaged experiences, calmed and faint,
Rony SutradarPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionThe Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
Amine OubihPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionWhat's Cooking?
Introduction This is for Christy Munson's May Challenge that you can read about below. The music is "Tears" by The Stone Roses
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionThe Mercenary's Miscalculation
Aethel nursed a lukewarm mug of unidentified, vaguely green liquid in his cramped quarters aboard the sputtering freighter. Rain lashed against the hull, drumming a monotonous rhythm. This wasn't quite the high life he'd envisioned after leaving the Chapter. He craved the camaraderie, the purpose, the roar of bolter fire. Here, he was just another weathered mercenary, another cog in the mercenary machine.
Carlos BorbaPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionWalking On Gilded Splinters
Introduction This is for the PVim Challenge below, and will be a microfiction based on the song I refer to below. It made me think of one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums, "Walk On Gilded Splinters" from "Gris, Gris" by Dr John, Mac Rebbenak.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionNostalgia Is Not That Deep!
As time passed, memories started to gather like fireflies in a jar, each one a tiny beacon of joy from days gone by. There was that favorite toy, a worn-out bear with button eyes, and the soft, comforting blanket that wrapped you in warmth on chilly nights. These treasures held within them the essence of childhood, a time of laughter and innocence. It's like giving your heart a big hug because you remember something you loved when you were little.
Mamoona RanaPublished about 10 hours ago in FictionSTORY OF INSPIRATION
A young guy named Alex lived in the charming town of Willowbrook, where golden fields extended as far as the eye could see and the air was filled with the aroma of wildflowers. He was a source of happiness and energy from the minute he was born, his laughter resonating through the cobblestone streets like the melody of a song.