Stories about everyday life, with relatable characters and situations.
Elara lived in the Scrap Heap, a sprawling city built on the bones of the old world. Towers of discarded metal reached for a sky perpetually choked with orange dust. The air tasted metallic, a constant reminder of what they had lost. The sun, a hazy, weak disc, offered little warmth.
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The salt-laced wind whipped Eddy’s hair across his face as he scanned the glistening sands of Tanjung Bungah beach. The morning sun, a fiery orb in the pale sky, warmed his skin. He loved these early morning hunts, the beach deserted save for the scuttling crabs and the cries of distant gulls. The air smelled of brine and something sweet, like ripe mangoes from the nearby orchards.
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Eddy zoomed down the sidewalk on his scooter, the wind whipping through his spiky, black hair. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, like a giant, melting popsicle. He could smell the exhaust from passing cars, but also the sweet scent of Mrs. Mala’s honeysuckle bushes that spilled over her fence. He was on his way to the park, the usual meeting spot for him and his best friends, Belle and Caroline.
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The air buzzed with excitement, a mixture of cotton candy sweetness and the whirring of tiny robots. Colorful balloons bobbed against the bright blue sky, shaped like cartoon characters and computer mice. Streamers, printed with lines of code, fluttered from every booth. This was the Coding Carnival, a place where learning to code felt like playing the best game ever.
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The wind whipped past Eddy’s face, carrying the scent of ozone and ionized dust – a familiar smell in Neo-Veridian, a city built on the principles of sustainable energy and temporal harmony. Eddy, all of eleven years old, gripped the handlebars of his bio-synth bike, “Whirlwind,” its frame humming with a low, resonant thrum. He loved the feel of the recycled polymer tires gripping the luminescent pathways, the way the city lights blurred into streaks of emerald and sapphire.
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In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, a mysterious legend fluttered through the air like the soft petals of spring blossoms. It was said that once every year, when the sun kissed the earth just right, the Rainbow Festival would illuminate the sky and drench the village in hues brighter than any painter’s palette. The villagers believed that if one could capture the rhythm of the rainbow, they would unlock the secrets of joy, love, and laughter.
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In the quiet town of Taiping, where the buildings huddled together like old friends sharing secrets, lived a young girl named Nana. She was known for her boundless energy and the way her laughter could make even the stiffest of frowns bend into a smile. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she had a knack for turning every ordinary moment into an adventure.
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“Hey, remember that old treehouse we built when we were kids?” Sam looked over at his sister, Leelee, her eyes glazed over with nostalgia. “How could I forget?” Leelee’s smile grew as she stared at the rotting wooden structure in the backyard. “It was our kingdom, our fortress from the outside world.” The two siblings… Continue reading
“Hey, did you hear about the old clock tower?” Yuze asked, his eyes wide with curiosity as he poked a stick into the crackling campfire. “What about it?” Susu replied, her marshmallow on a stick perfectly toasting to a golden brown. Yuze leaned in closer, the flames casting dancing shadows across his face. “They say… Continue reading
“Why can’t we go outside today?” little BB asked, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room.
His grandmother looked up from her rocking chair, the candlelight playing shadows on her wrinkled face. “Because, BB, today is a very special day,” she said, her eyes twinkling with a mysterious glint. “Today, we’re going on an adventure.”
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