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"Frida: The Chatty Fridge"
Have you ever wondered what your household appliances get up to when you're not around? Well, in this world, they talk, they joke, and they even snack! Meet Frida, the refrigerator with a big mouth and an insatiable appetite for life (and cheese). Join her on a wild and wacky adventure as she chats, chomps, and charms her way through the kitchen, leaving a trail of laughter and crumbs in her wake. Get ready for a story that's cooler than cool, and sure to leave you feeling refrigerator-fantastic!
By ABDUL MUSARAF3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Hope of Eden
In the small town of Eden, there was a couple whose love story was whispered about in hushed tones. They were an odd pair - the beautiful and aloof Lily, and the quiet and unassuming Jack. No one knew how they met, but they were inseparable.
By felix kioko kasinga3 years ago in Fiction
Talking Rabbit's Discovery
Once upon a time, in a dense forest filled with all sorts of animals, there lived a tiny, fluffy rabbit named Benny. Benny was not an ordinary rabbit, for he had a unique ability - he could talk to people. None of the other animals knew about this because Benny had kept his ability a secret.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Dance
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a ritual that had been going on for as long as anyone could remember. But what most people didn't know was that it wasn't just a natural occurrence. It was magic.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
Fly Over
My life has been simple: be given a message, tied to my leg, and I fly to my destination to deliver it. Ever since I can remember, I've always been doing this. I've seen the world more than anyone else probably. The way I just fly over the land, observing what goes down below, and how things change over time, amazes me. Like my fellow birds, I get to see from above. I get a perspective and viewpoint that very few get to see. It is something that I thoroughly enjoy.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Fiction
The Spirits in the Sky
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a mystical and enchanting sight that many in the small town of Briarwood had grown used to. They would gather outside their homes, staring up at the heavens in awe as the clouds swirled and twirled, changing shapes with each passing moment.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical World of Alice
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a moment that only a few lucky ones could witness, and they cherished it as if it were a secret treasure. For years, the people of the small town nestled in the valley had observed this celestial spectacle, but they had never dared to question its existence. They accepted it as a part of their daily routine, like the sunrise or the birds chirping in the morning.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
The Allure of Fiction
Humans have been telling stories since the dawn of time. From ancient cave paintings to modern-day novels, fiction has always been an integral part of human culture. But why are we so drawn to fiction? Why do we spend hours reading novels, watching movies, and playing video games? In this article, we'll explore some of the reasons why we are so captivated by fictional stories.
By Yahya Bukhari3 years ago in Fiction
The Death of a Caesar
It was a dark night, the stars shone ever so brightly in the night sky with this ray of light, almost as if a path had been painted by a long brush, one that displayed the purplish intergalactic matter that existed beyond that world. He looked at it with great awe from the small window that was half covered by some red drapes that fell on the window and whose bottom even touched the floor, but he could see the outside, and it looked so picturesque, so beautiful. He could see the tiny houses, and even the coliseum in the far end of his view, and it all looked melodic. The houses each managed to cause the rebellion of their light as they slipped through their seemingly small atria and doorways. He had never seen it so close to him, he had at some point, or another seen it in books, and even in very realistic representations but never had he imagined it to be such a magnificent view. He felt confined in his clothes, well, he had not yet been accustomed to them. He was dressed in a silver chest plate that weighed tons upon him, below it he had a short-sleeved, woolen tunicle, one which fell quite softly right above his knee, and below all of that, he had this somewhat rough linen undergarment that fit him tightly. He had his sword sheathed next to his hip, one which he looked at every once in a while, just to see if it was real. “Oh god, what would I do if anyone really tries to attack me, I hadn’t gotten enough time to train with these, and who knows if they are the same I trained with.” He said to himself as perspiration formed on his forehead. There were some other men dressed exactly like him, with their chins facing the ceiling, and he looked at them with great awe, wondering how they managed to keep that pose for so long without breaking their necks or simply going crazy, but he followed them, well he had to follow them, because if not, well if he did not, this story was bound to be repeated but with different characters and perhaps a different sky.
By Christian P. Benotto3 years ago in Fiction
