Short Story
A Falling Leaf
A blinding mist that rises so high up, the setting sun soaks and drowns in it's depths. From where I fluttered in the warm summer breeze, I have always admired it; the magnificence it holds, the sheer glory of covering up an expanse of the land.
By Rushali Prasadabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
The Horse and the Donkey story
The Horse and the Donkey Once, in a quiet village near a massive, dark forest, there lived a hardworking farmer. He owned a magnificent horse that was his pride and joy. This horse did everything he plowed the fields under the hot sun, carried heavy sacks of grain to the market, and traveled to distant towns whenever the farmer had business to attend to. Because the horse worked so hard, the farmer made sure to give him plenty of rest. Every evening, he would let the horse wander freely near the edge of the woods to graze on the fresh, sweet grass and cool down after a long day.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
OLEKSANDR UND MAVRIN (Oleksandr and Mavrin)
The Russian artillery had been pounding for three days straight. By the fourth morning the field hospital was no longer behind Ukrainian lines. It was simply in Russian lines. The white flag that someone had tied to a broken antenna flapped uselessly in the cold wind like a dying bird. Soldiers in different uniforms now walked the corridors. Some still wore the pixelated Ukrainian pattern; most wore the green and brown of the Federation. No one quite knew who was prisoner and who was guard anymore. In war, the line between the two is always thinner than men admit.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARa day ago in Fiction
The Gardener and the White Crane: A Tale of Regret
The Gardener and the White Crane: A Tale of Regret In a small village, there lived an elderly gardener. He had spent nearly his entire life planting trees and nurturing them. His garden was widely considered the most beautiful spot in the village, and to him, every single plant felt like one of his own children.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
The Woodcutter and His Loyal Mongoose
The Woodcutter and His Loyal Mongoose On the edge of a dense forest sat a tiny village. At its very outskirts, tucked away among the thick trees, stood a woodcutter's small hut. Though simple, the home was kept with great care. A sturdy fence surrounded the property, which housed a small flower garden, a few cows and goats, some ducks, chickens, and pigeons.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
On The Way To Work
I sidestepped another man walking down the street. Again, taking no care in the world to watch his surroundings - if I was as distracted and nonchalant as he, I’d likely have already been hit by a car. He’s lucky people see him, notice his presence. I don’t get that. Most of us don’t.
By Maddy Haywood2 days ago in Fiction
A Mouse In The House
Walking into the kitchen one morning, I could smell something burning. There was a mouse whose tail was caught in the burner. I hollered for my husband. He arrived, took the mouse out of the fire, hit it on the head with a hammer. Damn you, Paul.
By Denise E Lindquist2 days ago in Fiction
The Sly Donkey and the Burden of Cleverness: A Moral Tale
The Sly Donkey and the Burden of Cleverness: A Moral Tale Once, on the outskirts of a quiet village, lived a donkey. He was a bit simple-minded but incredibly hardworking. He worked for a local merchant, carrying heavy loads of sugar on his back to be sold at the distant market.
By Amir Husen2 days ago in Fiction
