Holiday
Lights Over London
“Madam, you should come below.” Dickie stood in the doorway, his voice gentle, but firm. Outside, the sky flashed with bursts of light. But this was no celebration—it was war. Bombs were falling across London, and everyone was supposed to be in the safety of the shelters.
By ibrahim khan9 months ago in Fiction
Thursdays Are for Ghosts
The first time I noticed her was the week after the funeral. A Thursday, to be exact. I was in the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea I hadn’t meant to make, in a house too quiet for comfort. The sugar clinked gently against the mug like footsteps on tile. I wasn’t thinking of her, not directly, not consciously. But there she was. A shape in the hallway mirror—quick, soft, and impossibly familiar.
By Jawad Khan9 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Garden
There was a village at the edge of the world where time stood still—not metaphorically, but truly. The sun always hovered in the same place. The shadows never grew longer. The leaves on the trees were forever green, and not a single wrinkle ever touched the faces of the people who lived there.
By Lucien Hollow 9 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asim9 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm (George Orwell) - Chapter- 8 (Novel)
As Animal Farm enters its fourth year of independence, the gap between the pigs and the other animals is growing rapidly. Napoleon, with the help of his ferocious dogs and the persuasive Squealer, has consolidated his control. The animals are struggling to survive, but their memories of the past are dim, and they cling desperately to hope.
By Echoes of Life9 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm- Chapter- 4 (George Orwell)
As summer turns to autumn, word of the animals’ successful rebellion spreads far beyond Animal Farm. Snowball and Napoleon send pigeons to neighboring farms to tell the other animals about their revolution and to teach them the song of the Beast of England. The pigeons carry the message far and wide, inspiring animals on other farms to rise up just as they have. Meanwhile, the human owners of neighboring farms—Mr. Pilkington of Foxwood and Mr. Frederick of Pinchfield—become deeply concerned that ideas of animalism might spread. They try to downplay the animal revolution, mocking Animal Farm and calling it a failure, but secretly, they fear a similar rebellion among their own animals.
By Echoes of Life9 months ago in Fiction
Animal Farm — Chapter 3 (George Orwell)
With Manor Farm now transformed into Animal Farm, the animals waste no time in putting their new society into practice. They begin working enthusiastically in the fields, more motivated than ever under Mr. Jones. The pigs, thanks to their superior intelligence, take on leadership and planning roles, while the other animals throw themselves into physical labor. Boxer, a huge cart horse, becomes the farm's workhorse in both name and spirit. His personal motto - "I will work harder" - inspires everyone around him. Even the ducks and chickens do their best, picking up stray kernels of corn to ensure that nothing goes to waste. Although harvesting is difficult without human tools and skills, they manage better than expected, with greater success than ever before. There is a sense of pride and ownership in every mouthful of food they produce, which drives them to work harder and cooperate more willingly. The animals, for the first time, feel that their labor is truly for their own benefit, not for some master who steals the fruits of their labor.
By Echoes of Life9 months ago in Fiction
lucid. Content Warning.
There once was a family that had been struggling to reconnect. Arguments, silence, resentment—they had drifted apart, each locked in their own little world of pain. Hoping to mend their fractured bond, they decided to go away on a short holiday. A chance to reset. To be a family again.
By Sabrina Verwey9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Clock
In the sleepy town of Elderglow, nestled between rolling hills and a river that sang secrets to the stars, time had a peculiar habit of standing still. Not metaphorically, but literally. The townsfolk swore the old clock tower, perched on the edge of the square, hadn’t ticked in a century. Its hands, frozen at 3:17, cast long shadows that never shifted, as if the sun itself respected the clock’s stubborn refusal to move. The townspeople called it the Forgotten Clock, and they whispered that it held the soul of Elderglow, trapped in a moment no one could remember.
By Nauman Hassan Khan9 months ago in Fiction
May All Your Irises Be White. Content Warning.
I pissed off Amanda again. What’s new? I could never satisfy her. To be honest, I don’t even think I ever tried to. As the first child, she had to look up to me. I never had to request validation from her. But this argument was different. She wanted to partner up and move forward with the I Hate Rachel Herrmann Company. I simply could not. While the company promotes trauma recovery through the use of dark humor, I’d rather leave the more serious tasks to the professionals. Amanda believes the standard mental health treatments are corrupt and that this company will start a reform movement. She acts like Rachel Herrmann is the next Dorothea Dix. I could never have so much faith in just one person alone.
By Rachie Iris 9 months ago in Fiction
