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The Talking Tiffin Box - The Final PartMonths drifted by, filled with the comfor...
Pressure from above never announces itself with violence.It arrives dressed as p...
The Little Star Who Was Afraid to ShineHigh up in the deep, quiet sky, where the...
In the year 2147, humanity had conquered disease, aging, and energy scarcity. Ci...
The Night Her Voice Felt Like HomeSome nights don’t let you sleep.Not because of...
Hello my dear readers! It's a great pleasure to showcase my work to you all....
The Era of "Alpha Personalities"#AlphaEra #LoudAndProud #ConfidenceOrArrogance--...
Chapter-2 The Start of Real AdventureThe excitement for the trip was unexpessabl...
The rain hadn’t stopped since that evening.It had been three days, yet the sound...
The forest had not forgotten.Even the next evening, the clearing where the rogue...
Ravi loved lunchtime more than recess, more than art class, and definitely more than mathematics. For Ravi, a talkative 10-year-old with a smile that was usually stained with a bit...
My motive to write this story is to engage young kids in reading and help them improve their imagination. A Flying Mountain Episode 1 Introduction of Sinhalaya This is about two th...
Once upon a time, in a cozy little cottage nestled by a babbling brook and surrounded by towering oak trees, lived two unlikely friends: Whiskers the cat and Squeaky the mouse. Now...
by C. Collodi [Pseudonym of Carlo Lorenzini] Translated from the Italian by Carol Della Chiesa CHAPTER 1 How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that w...
Edmund Dulac ONE night, in the City of Baghdad, the Khalifeh Harun-er-Rashid went forth with Ja’far, his Grand Vizier, and Mesrur, his Executioner, all three disguised as mer...
Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers;...
Edmund Dulac IN the time of Harun-er-Rashid there was, in Baghdad, a rich merchant named Sindbad the Sailor, the source of whose wealth was a mystery. It seemed to be inexhaustible...
KNOW, O King, that, once upon a time, in a far city of Cathay, there dwelt a poor tailor who had an only son named Aladdin. This boy was a born ne’er-do-well, and persistently resi...
OSCAR WILDE 1 The Happy Prince. High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had t...
Now Rann the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free— The herds are shut in byre and hut For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power...
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