Short Story
The Piano
The home was full of the noises of people who were in their own world. Steady hums leading to screeching crescendoes. A random shout of a name. Mutterings. Flatulence, released unknowingly. The TV blared; some gaudy game show and a presenter with unfathomably white teeth.
Rachel DeemingPublished 19 minutes ago in FictionGolden apple tree
In the heart of an ancient timber, where sun danced through the emerald leaves, stood the fabulous golden apple tree. Its branches, laden with glistering fruits, lustered like drops of sun against the green background. But this tree was no ordinary tree; it was said to retain magical powers, granting fortune and substance to those who dared to seek its golden treasures. Guarding this entranced tree was a wise and watchful crow named Corvus. With feathers as dark as night and eyes that sparkled with intelligence, Corvus took his duty to cover the golden apple tree veritably seriously. For centuries, he'd watched over it, driving away any who dared to approach with ill intent. One crisp afterlife morning, a sick rubberneck named Lyra stumbled upon the timber. She had heard whispers of the golden apple tree and the crow who guarded it, and she was drawn to its mystifications. Despite the warnings of locals who spoke of Corvus's fierce defense, Lyra pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets of the fabulous tree. As she entered the timber, the air sounded to crinkle with magic, and the golden apple tree came into view, its branches reaching toward the welkin like outstretched arms. But before Lyra could take another step, Corvus swooped down from the sky, cawing loudly to advise her down. " Turn back, rubberneck," he cried." The treasures of this tree aren't meant for mortal hands." But Lyra stood her ground, her eyes alight with determination." I mean no detriment, noble crow," she said, her voice gentle yet bent ." I seek only to learn the verity of this place, to understand its magic." Corvus regarded her with a keen aspect
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Abdul QayyumPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionScars, Screams, and Galloping Hearts
He's coming! He was too fast, he was going to catch her! His arms were like metal bars, his voice was cruel. He was huge, and heavy, and strong.
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Abdul QayyumPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionJade Cove
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Megan RussPublished about 18 hours ago in FictionMe and girl 2
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Imam NrzkyPublished about 21 hours ago in FictionVibuthi
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vinoth kumarPublished about 23 hours ago in FictionFoolish crow
Once upon a time, in a bustling timber bulging with life, there lived a mischievous crow named Corvus. Corvus was notorious for his cunning capers and his inextinguishable appetite for adventure. He spent his days soaring through the azure skies, searching for thrills and mischief to satisfy his bottomless curiosity. One bright morning, as the sun cast its golden shafts upon the timber bottom, Corvus set up himself perched atop a towering oak tree, surveying his sphere below. From his lofty edge point, he spotted a antique vill nestled amidst the green leafage. Intrigued by the sights and sounds of mortal civilization, Corvus decided to pay the vill a visit. With a mischievous glint in his eye and a flutter of his ebony bodies, Corvus swooped down from his perch and descended upon the vill. As he soared through the thoroughfares, the townies peered up in admiration at the majestic raspberry, marveling at his satiny black plumage and piercing aspect
vinoth kumarPublished about 24 hours ago in FictionLazy crow and frog
Once upon a time, in a serene timber nestled between towering trees and prattling becks , lived a lazy crow named Carl and a hastily hopping frog named Freddy. Carl was famed among the creatures of the timber for his laid- back station and disinclination to do any work. On the other hand, Freddy was known for his energetic nature and his partiality for completing tasks with lightning speed. One sunny morning, as Carl lolled lazily on a sturdy branch of an oak tree, Freddy hopped by, his legs a blur of exertion." Good morning, Carl!" he chirruped mirthfully.
vinoth kumarPublished a day ago in FictionEgg of the selfish crow
Title The Selfish Crow and the Precious Egg Once upon a time, in a lush green timber, there lived a clever but selfish crow named Corvus. Corvus was celebrated throughout the timber for his cunning nature and his capability to outwit any critter that dared to challenge him. still, his egoism knew no bounds, and he watched only for his own well- being, constantly disregarding the conditions and heartstrings of others. One sunny morning, as Corvus was flying through the timber in hunt of food, he stumbled upon a nest hidden amongst the branches of a altitudinous oak tree.
vinoth kumarPublished a day ago in Fiction