Stream of Consciousness

When the pen is mightier than the sword!
Long ago in a landed forest of written words, where many liked to concoct imaginative anecdotes, narratives, fables, parables and myths, there dwelled an evil wizard. Prince Volcan was the last in a long line of horrible, wicked and conniving storied royalty. For as long as anyone could remember, the royal witches and wizards had been capturing people's souls and forcing them to spin all sorts of mystical and unbelievable tales.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Connection with God
Mirza Ghalib, a very famous poet of Indo-Pak, has said in one of his poems, “When there was Nothing God was there, If nothing had happened, there would be God
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Solar Eclipse 2024
Every few years, the heavens bestow upon us a mesmerizing spectacle – a solar eclipse. On April 8, 2024, the skies above North America will witness one of nature's most awe-inspiring displays, as the moon casts its shadow upon the Earth, obscuring the sun and plunging the landscape into an eerie twilight. This celestial event, known as the solar eclipse of 2024, promises to captivate millions of onlookers and ignite a sense of wonder and curiosity about the cosmos.
By Galaxiesbuzz2 years ago in Fiction
Daughter’s Reward
The house was crowded with mourners. Marcus had three sons and one daughter. They had also come for their father’s funeral.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Not all men
Not all men he says Fuming at the thought of being smashed into a hodgepodge conglomeration of stereotypical characters. A careless creation of that feminist movement.
By M. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
Zombie Invasion in Johannesburg. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Johannesburg, there lived a brave and curious 6-year-old boy named Ben. With his messy straight blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes, Ben was always full of energy and had a thirst for adventure. He loved puzzles and math, and was brilliant at chess. But his true talent lay in his sneaky and fun dance moves. Every night, before bed, he would put on a little show for his family, making them laugh with his fancy footwork.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
Late Night Phone Call
Late at night, there was a loud knock on the door of our hostel room. Ashi and I were in the room. Ashi asked, “Who is it?”. The watchman replied that there was a call from Rubina’s house. Ashi got up and left to listen. I also followed her. It was quite late at night, and I was praying that all would be well. This incident is from 2001. Mobile phones were not common. The hostel phone was not far from our room. On the way, I asked the watchman why the call came at that time.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
My Brother Was My First Friend
There are two brothers that I have. My oldest brother, Aamir, and I shared a childhood. He used to ride his bicycle throughout the city with me. I was prepared to go, whether it was to see a buddy or go to the market. Fun fact about our relationship is, that thanks to him I mastered the art of riding a bike considerably larger than myself. It took little effort to make it move. Since the pedals were significantly lower than the feet, pushing down on one would cause the other pedal to rise. Next, press it downward. That was my cycle’s course.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Melody
Once upon a time, in a magical forest far, far away, there lived a young fairy named Marigold. Her golden hair shimmered like sunlight spun into thread, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with the mischievous glint of a playful breeze. Marigold's laughter echoed through the trees as she flitted from flower to flower, sprinkling iridescent dust that made the blossoms bloom with even more vibrant colors. The forest was her playground, a symphony of buzzing bees, chirping birds, and the rustling leaves weaving a melody only the fairies could truly hear.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
Success at Failure
Often, the hardest pill to swallow, the one that sticks in your throat and causes you to nearly choke, is the one that teaches you the best lesson. That was the case for Ol' Albie, a good friend of my parents when I was growing up. He was a success at everything in life. Had a great job, was considered the best in his field, had an amazing car, beautiful wife and three exceptional kids, one of which was my best friend at the time. My father always claimed that Albie was matchless, special and whatnot. I wasn't so sure and felt he was just talking pish.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Wrong Answers Only
for RM Stockton's 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 (𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞) xxxxxxx if you multiply 5x5 you get 25. simple. easy. i was never a math wiz, but i like the circles more than the squares because when i look for them in the numbers, i always come up short. there are too many of them, numbers, i mean. they're not like letters and its scary because infinity is scary, but there is infinity in words too and i think i like that sort of infinity more because when you add words to each other there is no right answer. numbers are too sharp, too perfect and simple. but i don't think in simplicity, i like the wrong answers and i like the half solutions too, because words can never truly be wrong, they are all too beautiful for that.
By lucyjb2 years ago in Fiction
First Step Towards Green
Maria aspires to make her city’s environmental conditions better. The campaign was launched by her at home. She positioned a medium-sized basket —named the “Recycling Bin” — in the middle of her home. Everyone in the family begins to stuff plastic, paper, cards, and other non-biodegradable items into that basket. Maria is pleased with the dramatic decrease in house waste. She knows that this practice should be extended on an industrial scale to save Earth from unwanted filth.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction