Short Story
Unbalanced Melody
I’ve always wanted to find a best friend who likes the same things I do, someone who “gets” me. There was this boy, Alex, who I liked for a while.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in FictionThe Pyramid's Revelation: Unveiling the Secrets of the Ancients
Under the searing desert sun, Dr. Alexander Hayes stood, his eyes fixed on the transcending Pyramid of People of old. For quite a long time, murmurs of its secrets had enticed to him, blending a yearning profound inside his spirit. Presently, with his group of fearless adventurers next to him, he felt the heaviness of expectation and energy in the air.
Symphony of the Unseen
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there existed an enigmatic legend known only to a few. It spoke of a horn, carved from the ancient trees that guarded the secrets of the forest. Whispers in the wind told of its powers—capable of summoning creatures of the night, or so the tale went.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in FictionSolitude's Symphony
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of life's hustle and bustle, there existed a hidden world of solitary souls. Among them, were women whose solitude was not merely a state of being but a profound narrative woven into the fabric of their existence.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in FictionThe Unreturned Love
In the heart of bustling London, amidst the chaotic symphony of honking horns and hurried footsteps, there existed a quaint bookstore named "Wisteria Words." It was here that the tale of unreturned love unfolded, a story woven with threads of hope, longing, and the bittersweet melody of missed chances.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in FictionThe Crimson Tempest
In the annals of maritime history, amidst the tumultuous waves and treacherous winds, there sailed a vessel whose name sent shivers down the spine of sailors and merchants alike - The Crimson Tempest. Yet, behind the legend of this notorious pirate ship lay a story of love, betrayal, and heartbreak, woven into the very fabric of its existence.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in FictionI'm An Expert in Silence (Bullying Short Story)
I stood at the threshold of the school gate. This morning, I was the first to enter the classroom. I walked to my seat. Sitting down. Pensive for a moment. Sometimes there's a sense of calm if I arrive early.
Emil IndarwPublished a day ago in FictionBeneath the Moonlit Waves
In the ethereal depths of the ocean, where the moonlight danced upon the waves, there existed a realm unknown to the world above—a realm where mermaids dwelled in tranquil harmony. Among them was a mermaid named Lysandra, whose beauty rivaled the shimmering sea itself.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in FictionDiary of a Serial Killer
Day One Sun up. Day develops. Breakfast eaten. Leave house. Catch bus. Go to work. Do job. Lunchtime comes. Leave office.
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionA Tale of Solace
In the vast expanse of the Antarctic, where icy winds howl and glaciers stand sentinel, there lived a penguin named Pippin. Pippin was unlike the other penguins in his colony. While they reveled in the camaraderie of their fellow birds, Pippin often found solace in solitude, lost in the depths of his own contemplations.
Ekombe hauPublished 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 FictionThe Story of a Woodland Gator Reptile
The Story of a Woodland Gator Reptile As I take a late spring, early morning walk at the edge of the woods not distant from the rivulet in southern Middletown, it feels like an extravagance to drink within the sounds of this environment. I note the reproving cackles of several blue jays within the oaks. They show up to be troubled at the location of a combine of crows as they close the jay's homes. To differentiate the cacophony over, the smooth sounds of the river welcome me to come closer. As I arrive at a clearing, a Timberland Gator Lizard is sitting as still as a stone within the daylight. This is often the moment I have seen this month! Needing to observe this slippery and long-bodied animal I step ever closer. Each step I take could be a supplication:
Abdul QayyumPublished a day ago in Fiction