Fable
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 Husenabout an hour ago in Fiction
Bahlool and the Lesson at the Bathhouse
Bahlool was a man who many people called "the wise fool." He lived simply, often wearing dusty clothes and wandering the streets, but those who truly knew him understood that every action he took had a deep meaning. He had a way of teaching people lessons without ever raising his voice.
By Amir Husenabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Selfish Horse and the Price of Arrogance
A long time ago, in a quiet village tucked away near the mountains, there lived a farmer who owned two very different animals: a horse and a donkey. The horse was a beautiful creature, with a sleek, shiny coat and powerful muscles. He was the farmer’s pride, often used for riding into town or showing off to neighbors. Because of this, the farmer rarely gave him any hard work to do. On the other hand, the donkey was small, grey, and dusty. His life was far from glamorous. From sunrise to sunset, he was the one carrying heavy sacks of grain, pulling the plow through the muddy fields, and doing all the "dirty work" around the farm.
By Amir Husenabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Ra'ad Does Not Dwell in Time
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 21 hours ago in Fiction
The Horse and the Donkey story
The Horse and the Donkey Once, in a quiet village near a massive, dark forest, there lived a hardworking farmer. He owned a magnificent horse that was his pride and joy. This horse did everything he plowed the fields under the hot sun, carried heavy sacks of grain to the market, and traveled to distant towns whenever the farmer had business to attend to. Because the horse worked so hard, the farmer made sure to give him plenty of rest. Every evening, he would let the horse wander freely near the edge of the woods to graze on the fresh, sweet grass and cool down after a long day.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
The Gardener and the White Crane: A Tale of Regret
The Gardener and the White Crane: A Tale of Regret In a small village, there lived an elderly gardener. He had spent nearly his entire life planting trees and nurturing them. His garden was widely considered the most beautiful spot in the village, and to him, every single plant felt like one of his own children.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
The Woodcutter and His Loyal Mongoose
The Woodcutter and His Loyal Mongoose On the edge of a dense forest sat a tiny village. At its very outskirts, tucked away among the thick trees, stood a woodcutter's small hut. Though simple, the home was kept with great care. A sturdy fence surrounded the property, which housed a small flower garden, a few cows and goats, some ducks, chickens, and pigeons.
By Amir Husena day ago in Fiction
The Sly Donkey and the Burden of Cleverness: A Moral Tale
The Sly Donkey and the Burden of Cleverness: A Moral Tale Once, on the outskirts of a quiet village, lived a donkey. He was a bit simple-minded but incredibly hardworking. He worked for a local merchant, carrying heavy loads of sugar on his back to be sold at the distant market.
By Amir Husen2 days ago in Fiction
The Lesson of the Two Frogs in the Pit
The Lesson of the Two Frogs in the Pit One day, two frogs were hopping through a field, lost in conversation. Because they weren't paying attention to where they were going, they suddenly tumbled into a deep, dark pit. The hole was so deep that getting back out seemed impossible.
By Amir Husen2 days ago in Fiction
The Goblin
Mr. Moore finished roll call and signaled to the bus driver to go. The bus started to move. Doug Barnes slipped on his head phones and turned on his Walkman. The year was 1998. He shut his eyes and got lost in the rock music playing in his ear phones. The bus hit a pothole and jostled everyone temporarily. Doug grumbled under his breath. If there was one thing Doug could not stand it was a long bus ride. This particular bus ride was going to last two hours.
By DJ Robbins3 days ago in Fiction
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓮!!
Sixty-four squares, alternating black and white in an eight-by-eight square. That is just the start. It's the landscape, the battlefield for two opposing factions, who generally keep to the rules as they fight against each other, pitting their plans and strategies against each other.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Fiction
