Adventure
three lessons
Three lessons *It was a long time ago, in the far south, there was a kingdom of a mighty king. The king had three sons. One day, the king thought of giving such education to his sons that when the time comes, they can handle the affairs of the kingdom.*
By Melakiya Yogeshbhaiabout a year ago in Chapters
sounds in life
Thak-thak sound in life!!* ~~~~~ A soldier Gurvit went out to inspect the borders of the state on his horse. Both the soldier and the horse were tired due to walking for hours. The soldier quenched his thirst with the water he had with him but there was no water for the poor horse anywhere.
By Melakiya Yogeshbhaiabout a year ago in Chapters
Anger is Man's biggest enemy
Anger is man's biggest enemy* Once a king gets lost in a dense forest where he feels very thirsty. He does not find water even after searching everywhere. His throat was getting dry due to thirst, then his eyes fell on a tree where a few drops of water were falling from a branch. The king went near that tree and made a bowl of leaves lying on the ground and started filling it with those drops. Somehow, after taking a lot of time, the bowl got filled and the king was happy and as soon as he raised the bowl near his mouth to drink the water, a parrot sitting in front of him came making a 'tete' sound, snatched the bowl and sat back in front and all the water in the bowl fell down. The king was disappointed that he got water with great difficulty and that too was dropped by this bird, but what can be done now. Thinking this, he started filling the empty bowl again. After a lot of effort the bowl got filled again and the king was again happy and as soon as he lifted the bowl to drink water the same parrot sitting in front came making the sound 'ten ten' and snatched the bowl and made it fall and sat in front again.
By Melakiya Yogeshbhaiabout a year ago in Chapters
The Promise of Forever
Emma's life was a canvas, each day a stroke of color on the vast expanse of her existence. She found solace in the bristles of her brushes, the palette of hues that spoke more than words ever could. Her art was her refuge, her silent confidant in the bustling city that never slept.
By Kenneth Atobrah - Kyerehabout a year ago in Chapters
Brahmatal: The Creator’s Unfinished Masterpiece. AI-Generated.
The Brahmatal Trek is often compared to a work of art, left unfinished yet holding immense beauty and depth in its incompleteness. Like an untold story or a painting without its final strokes, there’s something enigmatic about it—a sense that something larger is at play. Having ventured through this trek, the author presents the idea that perhaps even the Creator, Brahma, sought inspiration in places like this, much like artists search for a muse.
By Vikas Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
advice
Take advice but be careful* Once a man was going through a dense forest with his little child. On the way the child felt thirsty and his father took him to a river to give him water. While drinking water the child suddenly fell into the water and died by drowning. The man became very sad and thought how to perform the last rites of this child in this dense forest. Hearing his cry a vulture, a jackal and a tortoise came there from the river and started sympathizing with the man. Knowing the man's problem everyone started giving their advice.
By Melakiya Yogeshbhaiabout a year ago in Chapters
The Voice in the Rain
Chapter 1: The City of Eternal Rain In the city of Nocturne, it had been raining for as long as anyone could remember. The skies were perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, and the sound of raindrops against cobblestone streets was a constant, soothing rhythm that residents had come to accept as the heartbeat of their world. Umbrellas were as essential as the air itself, and the scent of wet earth and damp stone permeated everything.
By Welsh Diepreye about a year ago in Chapters
The Time-Thief's Apprentice
Chapter 1: The Time Bazaar In the heart of the city of Chronos, where cobblestone streets wound like serpents through the market squares, time was not just measure it was traded. The Time Bazaar was a bustling labyrinth of stalls and shops, each purveyor offering hours, minutes, and seconds in exchange for gold, secrets, or even memories. Among these traders, none were as feared or revered as the Time Thieves, shadowy figures who could steal years from a person with a single touch.
By Diepreye Lambert about a year ago in Chapters
