Historical
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 6 hours ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Red Earth
The sun rose slowly over the vast savannah, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson. In a small village nestled between acacia trees and rolling hills, life stirred with the rhythm of nature. This was Ndlovu, a place where stories were not written in books but carried in voices, songs, and the footsteps of generations.
By Mariana Fariasabout 9 hours 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 10 hours ago in Fiction
OLEKSANDR UND MAVRIN (Oleksandr and Mavrin)
The Russian artillery had been pounding for three days straight. By the fourth morning the field hospital was no longer behind Ukrainian lines. It was simply in Russian lines. The white flag that someone had tied to a broken antenna flapped uselessly in the cold wind like a dying bird. Soldiers in different uniforms now walked the corridors. Some still wore the pixelated Ukrainian pattern; most wore the green and brown of the Federation. No one quite knew who was prisoner and who was guard anymore. In war, the line between the two is always thinner than men admit.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARa day ago in Fiction
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day Truth is, no one can point to one single moment and say, this is exactly where it began. The strongest story goes back to the 1500s, when France changed its calendar. The new year used to be celebrated at the end of March, leading into April. Then it was officially moved to January 1st.Not everyone caught on. Some people kept celebrating in April, either because they did not know, or they refused to change. And others began to mock them. They would send them on pointless errands, give fake gifts, play tricks, and laugh, calling them fools. “April fools.”
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
Dear Tom Sawyer,
Dear Tom, How come you ain't found me yet? You know darn well I'm somewhere nobody ought to look. Or are you still recoverin from that gunshot? I reckon you think that makes us even but it don't. I still ain't forgived you for that fool rescue of yours on account of I got nothin out of it but trouble and aggravation. Least you could do is come find me seein as you owe me considerable.
By Paul Aaron Domenick2 days ago in Fiction
THE GILDER’S LEDGER
THE GILDER’S LEDGER: Chapter 1 — The Case in the Shed March 26, 2026 This morning, I felt a pull to share some of the lesser-known truths about Gold Leaf. That thought led me straight to my old Gilder’s Case, which has sat locked away in the stillness of my brick shed for over twenty years.
By Alexander Burnside3 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
