Once there was a small girl name Ani, she always had her hair braided in two. She was a tiny girl who was in kindergarten. One day while playing on the ground she saw a small rabbit and a butterfly, so she straightens her glasses on her nose and begins to follow them. While running…
Category Archives: Short Story
Lunar Bond
A pack of remarkable werewolves flourished in the middle of a vast, uninhabited desert under the bright light of the moon. Keira was the picture of elegance and beauty, captivating everyone in her path with her bright charm. The powerful alpha of the pack, Lucas, has been longing for his destinated partner. He had seen…
The Tulip
In all of Jonathan’s 27 years of existence, he had gone through all sorts of situations and met even more sorts of people. Jonathan prides himself over his easy going and adaptable nature. But perhaps, nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Because right on top of Jonathan’s work-from-home desk, now sat, a delicate,…
Whispers of Empathy: Discovering Meaning in the Park
In a bustling city, amidst the chaos of daily life, there was a small park tucked away in a quiet corner. Its tranquility drew people seeking solace from the pressures of their busy lives. This park had become a refuge, a sanctuary for those in search of deep meaningful insights. One day, a young man…
Who’s There?
“Colorful Adventures”
Once upon a time, in a world where technology had advanced beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, there lived a young girl named Ava. Ava was a curious and adventurous soul, always seeking out new experiences and challenges. One day, she stumbled upon a mysterious device that looked like a pair of glasses, but when she put…
Moral Story theme – Help
Left alone
Are we bad parents? Where did we go wrong? Thousands of such questions were coming to our minds as we walked through the doorways of Loony Bin Psychiatric Hospital, which was soon going to be our only daughter’s new home. It all started 1 year ago. Our daughter Ersa was in the final year of…
Mother
Lyla showed her mom the drawings she and her friends at the daycare had made that day, one of them on the swings, one on the slide and two on the seesaw. Elizabeth asked ” which one are you on?” ” am playing with ben on the seesaw!!!” Lyla said jumping around giddily. Elizabeth was…
november comes slow
november arrives slowly, lazily. november brings along the last of the year’s showers, she stirs grey into crimson evening skies and burns petrichor in the air, basks in the splendor of lightning and thundersong. • she was cloaked in a veil of crystal raindrops when i first met her. our eyes had locked together in…