Classical
Cupid's Arrow
Michael had forever been somewhat of a recluse, liking to invest his energy lost in his own considerations as opposed to associating with others. He had never been especially fortunate in affection, and he had become burnt out on the dating scene and the unending procession of frustration and grievousness.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
I Tried to Fix the World
“My body my choice,” I shouted. My name is Fred McGraw, and I’d traveled all the way from Birmingham, Alabama to be here. I was at a political rally, fighting the new covid vaccine they’d invented. I was trying to change the world, preventing corporations from forcing us to put there medicine in our bodies. Even if vaccines did work, I didn’t want one.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel in Bhagavata Purana & Tripura Rahasya
Kakudmi was a descendant of the Sun Dynasty (Suryavansha).Kakudmi’s daughter Revati was so beautiful and so accomplished that when she reached a marriageable age, Kakudmi, thinking no one upon earth was worthy of her, went to the Creator himself, Lord Brahma, to seek his advice about a suitable husband for his daughter.When they arrived, Brahma was listening to a musical performance by the Gandharvas, so they waited patiently until the performance was finished. Then, Kakudmi bowed humbly, made his request and presented his shortlist of candidates. Brahma laughed loudly, and explained that time runs differently on different planes of existence, and that during the short time they had waited in Brahma-loka to see him, 27 chaturyugas (a cycle of four yugas, totalling 108 yugas, or Ages of Man [refer Concept of Time Division in Ancient India and Age of Brahma]) had passed on earth.
By Anmol Shukla3 years ago in Fiction
Whoa! what the hug
"Wrapped in Your Arms" Sophie stood alone on the sidewalk, watching the raindrops trickle down the glass windows of the coffee shop. She had just come from a long day at work, feeling exhausted and disheartened. As she gazed at the dreary scene before her, she wondered if the day would ever improve.
By Prabakaran S3 years ago in Fiction
Love on a Rainy Day !
"Love on a Rainy Day" The rain was pouring down in sheets, and the streets were slick and shiny as Logan made his way to the coffee shop. He'd been thinking about her all day, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer to see her again. When he arrived, she was already there, sitting at a small table by the window.
By Prabakaran S3 years ago in Fiction
Love's Journey
Chapter 10: The Fall that Brought Them Together John had always been a daredevil, always taking risks and pushing himself to the limit. But his latest stunt, a dangerous motorcycle race, would prove to be his undoing. In the heat of the moment, he lost control of the bike and was thrown off, hitting the ground hard.
By Forever Magnifico3 years ago in Fiction
From Failure to Success: The Inspiring Journey of Max
The boy's name was Max, and he was the only child of his parents who had waited for 16 long years to have a baby. Growing up, Max never took life seriously and was content to spend his days playing video games or roaming the city with his friends. He had a carefree attitude and never thought about his future.
By Masood Aslam3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love: The Story of Lily and the Prince
Once upon a time, in a picturesque village nestled within the confines of a lush forest, lived a beautiful young woman named Lily. She was well-known in the village for her warm smile, her stunning beauty, and her captivating singing voice. People would often gather around just to hear her sing, for her voice was like music to their ears.
By Masood Aslam3 years ago in Fiction
Is Human Life A Gift From God? Or Curse?
One day God created a donkey and said to it... You are a donkey . You have to work from morning till evening. You will be used to carry the package. You must eat grass. You don't have that much knowledge. You will live for 50 years, eventually...!
By Yogesh Dhanasekaran3 years ago in Fiction
If walls could talk
If walls could talk, I would have a tale to tell of a time when the sky was a canvas painted in shades of oppression, and the dreams of women were hidden behind the veil of ignorance. I am the wall of a small home in a rural village, and for many years, I have been a silent witness to the struggles of a Muslim woman who lived within these walls.
By Souls World3 years ago in Fiction
