Mystery
The Price of Water
They locked eyes across the bustling farmers market, Maya's heart skipping a beat. Although everyone wore wide-brimmed hats to shield themselves from the harsh desert sun, she instantly recognized Enzo's piercing green eyes, their intensity burning through the woven straw and warming her cheeks with a flush. The pounding of her heart quickened as he navigated the throng with the ease of a seasoned climber, scaling hay bales and weaving between stalls to reach the woman locked within his gaze.
By suren arju2 days ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Mask
The Masked Ball The masquerade ball pulsed with a vibrant energy. Amidst the swirling gowns and laughter, Elara's heart skipped a beat. Though faces were hidden behind masks, she instantly recognized him by the smoky intensity of his eyes. A warmth bloomed in her chest despite the chill of the night.
By suren arju2 days ago in Fiction
Neon Diplomacy
In the neon-drenched heart of Neo-Tokyo, rain pattered a relentless rhythm against the chrome skyscrapers. Inside the opulent Sky Blossom lounge, Ambassador Lin sipped her bio-tea, her eyes narrowed at the holographic newsfeed flickering across the panoramic window.
By suren arju2 days ago in Fiction
Only Five Minutes
Sheriff Parker popped a tic-tac (strawberry and cream flavored) into his mouth to calm the nerves in his stomach. He looked around and saw that the civilians in the town square were either talking amicably with each other or waiting patiently for their mayor and the town council to arrive. He looked up and saw the sun shining brightly and warmly, without a cloud in the sky. Sheriff Parker looked at his watch and read the time as 2:43 pm. The solstice ceremony was supposed to start at 2:45 pm, and his Deputy just radioed him that he, Mayor Cox, and the others were one minute out.
By Rebecca Patton3 days ago in Fiction
Secret of Dinosaurs Full Episode
ALAN: When you go out looking at rocks that are millions of years old, you never know what you're going to find. As we came through a little clearing, I spotted a rough looking bone. Yep, this is the spot right here. Where it all began. KATJA: One bone after the next revealed itself. This was the Holy Grail. ALAN: Finding a dinosaur bone tells us only part of the story. There's so much more to these amazing creatures than just their skeletons, which leaves the movies with a lot of artistic license. KENNETH: The colors are made up, a lot of the behavior is made up. KATJA: But now, remarkable new fossil finds are opening a window on the prehistoric world as never before. AJA: Technology is allowing us to answer questions that were previously unanswerable. We get to make dinosaurs move again for the first time in millions of years. And we can figure out their color. And even how they lived. ALAN: Can recent discoveries force us to put aside the movie magic and finally see dinosaurs as they truly were when they ruled the Americas? MATTHEW: I think that we're closer to uncovering the truth of the age of dinosaurs than we've ever been. AJA: Fact is stranger than fiction. (thud) (whip) KENNETH: My first exposure to the dinosaurs was probably The Flintstones. (laughs). Which is not a very accurate portrayal of dinosaurs. You know, like all kids, I was sort of immersed in this dinosaur culture. I've always been fascinated by the biggest, the smallest, the highest flying, the lowest diving. That's where you really start to learn the limits of evolution. I wanted to find creatures that were among the largest to ever walk the face of the earth. Usually the largest dinosaurs are also among the worst preserved because it's so hard for a creature that size, the size of a house, to become a fossil. There is a group of plant eating dinosaurs called that we know relatively little about. So I was very attracted to finding one of those. 'How do you find a dinosaur?' It's the number one question I get asked.
By Timothy Mwiti3 days ago in Fiction
Khufu's Secret
The sun hung high in the sky, blazing light like liquid gold over the sands of Egypt. I was in a small village near Hurghada, a place which remained still stuck on the past, untouched by the passing of time. Wooosshhh I could hear the echoes of the past carried by the winds.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár3 days ago in Fiction