Short Story
Finding Gold
The figure sprints down the cobbled alleyway, around the corner and onto the dusty track leading out of town. Ahead, a narrow isthmus pinches the path to half its previous width, but there is no chance for slowing, it is all or nothing now, and the man keeps up his pace, his blue cape flying behind him. On the far side, where the track runs along the top of an open stretch of sand, pieces of gold and spilled gemstones glisten in the sun, easy pickings if you can take the time to swerve away from the sturdier ground above beach. Conner makes his decision fast and holds his line. Riches will have to wait until he is out of shooting range of the archer.
By Hannah Mooreabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Gardener and His White Crane: A Tale of Regret
The Gardener and His White Crane: A Tale of Regret Once, in a small, quiet village, there lived an elderly man who spent every waking hour in his garden. To the rest of the world, he was just a gardener, but to him, the trees and flowers were his family. He had planted most of them with his own hands decades ago, and he knew the personality of every single plant. His garden was the most beautiful place in the entire region a lush, green sanctuary where the air always smelled like jasmine and damp earth.
By Amir Husenabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Ra'ad Does Not Dwell in Time . Content Warning.
Ra'ad Does Not Dwell in Time By luccian layth Here collapses a corner of events — purely narrative, risen from the drain of our old house's gutter, seeping into the channels of a despondent city. Dark of atmosphere. Wretched to look upon. Like an old grey woman the ages have ruined, her sides ulcerated, spoiled like dried apple where worms have long since finished their work and moved on to something equally forgettable.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Bahlool and the Logic of the Roasted Chicken
Bahlool and the Logic of the Roasted Chicken Many years ago, when Baghdad was a bustling center for trade, an Indian businessman arrived with a large caravan full of goods. After a long journey, he stopped at a local inn to rest. Hungry and tired, he ordered a simple dinner: a roasted chicken and a few boiled eggs. However, the next morning, things got complicated. The businessman woke up early to find his caravan already moving out. He looked for the cook to pay his bill, but the cook had stepped out on an errand. Since the caravan couldn't wait, the businessman had to leave without paying, intending to settle the debt the next time he passed through.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
