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The First Teacher of Every Child"
"The First Teacher" In a quiet village nestled between the hills, lived a young boy named Sami. He was curious, playful, and full of questions about the world. But his world began and ended with one person—his mother, Amina.
By syed waqar ahmed11 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Velvet Sky
Elara had always heard the stars. Long before she could spell her name, she’d sit outside her grandmother’s cottage in the village of Virelle, wrapped in a shawl, listening. While other children chased fireflies and shouted through the dusk, Elara tilted her face toward the sky, still and silent. It wasn’t just beauty she found there, but something deeper. A rhythm. A murmur. As if the stars were breathing ancient secrets into the night.
By Love of mom11 months ago in Fiction
At 40, I Finally Learned How to Be Happy
Turning 40 was a revelation. For years, I chased happiness like it was a destination—something I’d find once I had the perfect job, relationship, or bank balance. But when I hit 40, something shifted. I stopped running and started embracing a quieter, deeper kind of joy. Happiness, I learned, isn’t about getting everything right; it’s about redefining what matters. Here’s what changed to make 40 the year I finally cracked the code on being happy.
By David Andrews11 months ago in Fiction
After The Stars Fell By Hridya Sharma
I often wondered what love is. Is it truly the warm, fuzzy emotions that ooze out of true mirth of care and adore, or is it a product of prevalent capitalism that exists within our world? That makes it easy for the consumeristic and hyperagile construct to sell products to the humans as a marketing tactic, to slip in through the psyche of innocent minds, to create a buzz, to find their weaklings and exploit them for company profits and expansions. I still find myself wondering what love is, pondering over that thought. I searched on Chatgpt What do you think love is, What does love truly mean? Is there any premise in the age-old tales of true eternal love, or are they just some flipping pages of history that are known to mankind through the legends of time, through the sands of ripple effects that last through time? Does happily ever after truly exist? I scrambledly typed and asked the language model, aka AI genius.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Tree That Watched Us
The Tree on the Hill On the edge of a quiet village named Kalwara, stood a tall, old peepal tree, alone on a small hill. Its branches were wide, its bark dark and cracked like an ancient face, and its leaves sang with the wind. The villagers called it “The Watching Tree”, because no matter where you stood on the hill, it felt like the tree was looking right at you.
By Muhammad Hayat11 months ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayat11 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Refrigerator Tried to Kill Me
Let me start by saying I did not expect to be attacked by my own fridge on a Tuesday. Tuesdays are supposed to be boring. Middle-of-the-road, halfway-to-the-weekend, emotionally beige. But that was before I downloaded a “smart kitchen” app called FridgeFriend+.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul11 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAIN11 months ago in Fiction
