Short story
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The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, as Arvind sat on the verandah of his ancestral home, his eyes lost in the horizon. The sprawling fields before him, cultivated with generations of sweat and dreams, now seemed quiet—too quiet. Inside the house, the faint sounds of dinner being prepared
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In the heart of the Amazon rainforest, where the canopy stretches high into the sky, there lived a family of Harpy Eagles. These majestic birds, with their piercing eyes and enormous wingspans, were the rulers of the skies, feared and revered by all other creatures in the jungle. The family consisted of Arion and Leila,
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They told you time and again that power is everything. That the more you have, the stronger you’ll be. But have you ever felt the weight of it? The constant need to defend it, to protect it, to maintain it at any cost? You think you’re untouchable, but you’re bound by invisible chains—of expectation, of
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The worn leather of the armchair creaked under Elias’s weight. He stared at the flickering flames in the fireplace, their dance mirroring the turmoil in his heart. Beside him, his wife, Elara, sat silent, her gaze fixed on the worn rug beneath their feet. The scent of cinnamon and cloves from the simmering stew in
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The late afternoon sun bathed the bustling marketplace of Vaishali in gold, its light filtering through the sprawling branches of a massive banyan tree. Vendors called out prices for silk, grain, and spices, while children darted between stalls, their laughter mingling with the hum of trade. Beneath the banyan’s deep shade stood a lone figure—wild-haired,
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/post/maqmasi.uk/782 The village court was an unusual but grand sight. Nestled atop a small hill, it stood surrounded by sprawling oak trees, its arched windows glowing faintly with morning light. Inside, the courtroom buzzed with an odd assortment of creatures—hens clucked in the gallery, squirrels chattered along the rafters, and at the highest
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/posts/maqmasi.uk The morning sun draped the farmhouse in soft gold, its light spilling through the slats of the stable and casting delicate patterns on the hay. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers and distant rain, mingling with the earthy warmth of the ponies. Lily, the old man’s 10-year-old granddaughter, skipped down the worn
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Previous Chapter: https://maqmasi.uk/2024/11/21/the-animal-kingdom-speaks-a-tale-of-morality-ethics-and-humanity/ The old man Arthur’s farmhouse stood quietly at the edge of an endless meadow, its weathered boards soaked in years of sunshine, rain, and the occasional storm. Life here followed a familiar rhythm—the gentle cluck of hens, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the steady hoof beats of Storm and
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An old man, weary from a long day of shopping, sank into his armchair. As he reached for his tea, an unusual scene caught his eye: his cat, Cleopatra, sat perched regally by the window; his dog, Max, sprawled comfortably on the floor; and his parrot, Polly, stood upright on her perch. All three seemed
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