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The Starlight Serenader
The Starlight Serenader In a world where music was the universal language, a young musician named Leo possessed a gift that could charm the stars themselves. His voice was like a gentle breeze on a summer's night, and his melodies could evoke emotions that words alone could not express.
The Strange Encounter with a Mouse
I had always thought of myself as a rational person, not given to flights of fancy or superstition. But that all changed one fateful night when I had a strange encounter with a mouse.
Isra SaleemPublished a day ago in FictionPhantoms of giggling wait
Phantoms of giggling wait, Where we once had a place. Your name, a murmur in the breeze, A shadow on the sunlit way The unfilled seat next to me,
Rony SutradarPublished a day 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 2 days 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 2 days ago in FictionWhy a Zombie Apocalypse Is Inevitable
In the famous game and television series, The Last of Us, humanity is on the verge of ruin from a fungal infection that turns people into zombie-like creatures. This situation might appear to be from science fiction, but it has frightening beginnings in the real world. The real-world fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is also called the zombie-ant fungus, demonstrates the scary abilities that foreshadow a possible future danger to humans.
Amine OubihPublished 3 days ago in FictionRabbit and tortoise story 1
In the heart of a vibrant timber, where altitudinous trees rumored secrets to the wind and sun danced through the leaves, there lived two doubtful musketeers a tortoise named Theo and a rabbit named Rosie. Despite their differences in speed and dexterity, they participated a deep bond forged by times of fellowship and participated adventures. One sunny morning, as the timber awoke to the gentle pat of dawn, Theo and Rosie set out on their usual hunt for food. Theo, with his sturdy shell and deliberate pace, sauntered along the timber bottom, while Rosie, with her nimble legs and bottomless energy, hopped ahead, eager to explore.
vinoth kumarPublished 3 days ago in FictionNew story rabbit and tortoise
Title The Tortoise and the Rabbit A ultramodern Fable Once upon a time, in a antique little city nestled between rolling hills and lush timbers, there lived a tortoise named Theo and a rabbit named Ruby. Despite their egregious differences in appearance and disposition, Theo and Ruby were the stylish of musketeers.
vinoth kumarPublished 3 days ago in FictionVale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
Matthew FrommPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Ugliest Structure
Mark Twain called the structure I work in, "The ugliest structure in America." I concur. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Chief Place of business isn't the biggest in Washington, D.C., yet its forcing façade causes it to feel as is it. I work for the Workplace of E-Government and Data Innovation. I have a satellite office in the entrails of this monster. Working in this building gives us speedy admittance to both the President and VP on the grounds that they additionally have workplaces here. This entrance might be the reason I'm in this present circumstance, or perhaps it's the task I'm allocated to, or both.
Yahya MahmudPublished 3 days ago in FictionTime Post Office
Act 1: Mysterious Post Office The owner of the post office is a middle-aged man named Elvin. He always wears an old-fashioned postman uniform with a kind smile on his face. Elvin claims that the Time Post Office can send people's letters to a certain moment in the past or the future, but this service requires customers to pay the corresponding "time currency".
The Strange Guy
I first noticed him on my daily commute to work. He was always sitting in the same seat, wearing the same black suit and sunglasses, even on the hottest summer days. His face was pale and gaunt, with a scruffy beard that made him look like a homeless person. But it was his behavior that really caught my attention.
Isra SaleemPublished 3 days ago in Fiction