Young Adult
The thirumalai nayagar nose cut war
The Thirumalai Nayakar's Nose- Cut War is a fascinating chapter in the annals of Indian history, particularly in the environment of the Nayak Dynasty's rule in the Madurai region during the 17th century. This conflict, which passed in the time 1634, involved an interesting blend of politics, power struggles, and particular vendettas, eventually leaving a lasting mark on the region's socio- political geography.
vinoth kumarPublished about 5 hours ago in Fictiondark love on the bridge
The Blackwater Bridge wasn't exactly a place known for romance. Sure, it had a certain brooding charm, all rusted metal and looming over the inky river, but most folks crossed it with a quickened pace and a silent prayer they wouldn't get mugged. Not me, though. I came for Ezra.
aly rahmanPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionElliott & Ricky: A Journey To Friendship
“What are you looking at?” Elliott asked irately. “Not yo big head!” Ricky responded sarcastically. It was no secret that fourth graders Elliott Alston and Ricky Pratt did not get along. Today their class is going on a field trip to the pumpkin patch. Their teacher Kelly Medina decided that putting them together as partners on the trip might be the key to resolving their issues. Their mothers Ruby Alston and Maggie Pratt would also be joining them.
Joe PattersonPublished a day ago in FictionOutside the Lines
They meddled with the front gate. Followed its trail the long uneven path three hectares in, along the outskirts of the farmer's ripening fields.
Christy MunsonPublished a day ago in FictionThe Song of a Dying Star
Alexa wasn't built for heroism. With her perpetually oil-streaked overalls and a mop of unruly brown hair that defied all attempts at taming, she was more comfortable tinkering with salvaged tech in her garage workshop than navigating the social minefields of high school. Yet, here she was, hurtling towards the heart of the unknown, cocooned within the cramped confines of a repurposed escape pod.
ANNA CORALPublished a day ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
The quantum puzzle
Title The Quantum Puzzle In the bustling megacity of NeoArcadia, where technology and invention coalesce into a futuristic phenomenon, lived a man named Atlas Grey. Atlas wasn't just an ordinary citizen; he was a amount physicist with an unequaled intellect and a deeply compassionate soul.
vinoth kumarPublished a day ago in Fiction The Fading
Amelia clutched the chipped teacup tighter, finding a pitiful solace in its glow against the encroaching cool that seemed to seep from the very walls. The old Victorian house, nestled amidst murmuring pines on the desolate coast, had always exuded a reserved quality, but lately, it felt undeniably hostile.
Md. Sayhanul ArifPublished a day ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
The battle on the high seas
The Battle on the Tall Swell The sun had reasonable begun to dive underneath the horizon, casting a brilliant orange tone over the huge locale of the ocean. The sensitive swells lapped against the sides of the transport, making a lyrical tune that assured both riddle and hassle. Onboard, twelve- time-old Max looked out at the interminable waters, his heart beating with vehemence and a suggest of fear. He may scarcely admit that he — an standard boy from a small city — had set up himself in the center of the most vital involvement of his life. But as the stars begun to appear up, twinkling like gems in the sky, Max had no study that the honest to virtuousness hassle was around to begin a battle not at all like any other, with the predetermination of further than reasonable the transport at stake. Essential Content The evening was calm, about as well calm for the group of the starship * Aliyan Voyager *. Captain Zara, a altitudinous and lively colonist with eyes that showed up to see past the horizon, stood at the steerage with a see of evidence. She ’d been foreknowing bother ever since they set passage in see of the ancient treasure illustration. The swell around the Bermuda Triangle were known for further than reasonable riddle; they were said to be the space of rovers — both mortal and else. Max, running behind the captain, may feel the imperativeness in the examine move. He was n’t reasonable an bystander; he was an irreplaceably parcel of the group. Since he'd strangely set up himself on this amenability after a unusual involvement with a foamy layout in his capacity room, he'd created to feel at ménage in the company of the gutsy and different group. Each portion had a curiously commitment, and Max had snappily illustrated himself as an suitable deckhand, important to the dumbfound of everyone, checking himself. “ Max, keep a post from the crow’s nest, ” asked Captain Zara. “ We ’re cruising into parlous waters. ” Max signaled , rushing up the altitudinous shaft with the adroitness of a squirrel. From his perch, he saw everything — the easily everlasting ocean, the to start with stars of the evening, and at that point, a shadow on the horizon. It was a expedite, but not reasonable any amenability; it was the stressed * Sea Serpent *, piloted by Captain Mordecai and his band of spooky rovers. “ Captain Zara! Adversary velocity drawing near from the starboard side! ” Max cried down, his voice filled with urgency. The bunch sprang into movement. Cannons were arranged, brands unsheathed, and an talk about of tense desire filled the transport. Captain Zara woofed orders, her voice cutting through the rising wind. “ All hands on sundeck! Arrange for battle! ” The * Sea Serpent * drew closer, revealing its gather of terrible pillagers, their eyes sparkling with an spooky light. At their rudder stood Captain Mordecai, his spooky figure oozing a sense of fear. The nebulous vision boat’s cannons thundered, transferring ruddy hot shots towards the * Aliyan Voyager *. Max’s heart hustled as he watched the to start with load cover. He allowed
vinoth kumarPublished a day ago in Fiction The Neon Nights of New York
Under the ceaseless glow of neon lights, the city that never sleeps cradled its secrets in the shadows. Among them was a woman who had mastered the art of slipping between the cracks of reality and desire. Her name was Stella, and she was a living myth on the streets of New York—a prostitute by trade, an enigma by nature.
Muhammad Moaz MirzaPublished 2 days ago in Fictionlove my mystery queen
There’s something about rainy days that makes the world seem a little more magical, a little more mysterious. I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop, staring out the window at the raindrops racing each other down the glass, when she walked in. I didn't notice her at first, not until she ordered a cappuccino with a dash of cinnamon—my favorite. That’s when I looked up and saw her.
Jon_ channelPublished 3 days ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
The Time Traveler's Dilemma
The Time Traveler's Dilemma Physicist James had always been fascinated by the mysteries of time. He spent his entire career studying the subject, pouring over theories and conducting experiments. Finally, after years of hard work, he succeeded in building a time machine.
Knives and Lightning
Olivia lunged forward against her captor’s grip, sobbing. She fixed her gaze on Jason as he knelt in the shallow stream, his arms pinioned behind him and a knife held at his throat by Marx.
ThatOne_GirlPublished 3 days ago in Fiction