Micro fiction has very interesting stories.

  I am not good-looking : I am very different from other girls now. Cuck... Who says that? I know... and my color is very dark... everyone hates me. No one hates... Does your grandmother also hate you? No, she... she loves me a lot... because she loves me... But others say bad things about me... who loves me among them?... No one likes to be friends with me... no one likes to sit with me... I think you're nice... You're not like the others... When the beauty assured her, the five-year-old girl burst into tears.   (End of story)

  Title: Who am I, and what do I want? : Taking a gander at the gigantic solicitations of character and need, a dull part thought of, "Who am I, and what is it that I need?" amid a horrendous breadth of torment. It set out on a journey from the space of presence to the farthest reaches of wonder conveying candles that had broken down, which tended to unfulfilled longings As the component researched the profundities of its internal and outer presence, a smoky dimness emanated from its lips. A feeble voice heard, "You can't understand... what your character is?" “All that remains is the husk of what was once a considerable construction, presently loaded up with the residue of time," it answered. The inquirer persisted, examining the aggravations and inside yells, to which it replied, "They at present focus like as of late lit lights, reliably," shivering. "A few recollections wait, while others blur, debilitated by the hands of memory,...

  Title "Do you know why love happens? For true peace, physical comfort, coolness of the eyes, mental satisfaction, and gifts from our loved ones: But thank God there is worship, I am fine. The worst has happened to me. time   Hear me, love how does one live? With moist eyes and soft lips, she awaited the response of her beloved. "I don't know about these theories. I don't know where love happened to me. You must know the love that has happened to you." Enough of useless talk: Come here, sit next to me, and then tell me where you want to go. The servant of love had a smirk on her face and began to sob."    

  Title: "Discovering Love: A Tale of Unexpected Moments" : Have you anytime wound up pondering the staggering beginning stages of warmth? It is the power behind a quiet heart, the eye-relieving demulcent, the delight of the spirit, and the class presented by a friend or family member. It is also the solace for the body. When, in any case, does regard truly grow? It appears okay, especially as it was accomplished for me. "Take a moment to pause and think about it. At any point could you have the option to tackle the issue of intensity? “She stated, "Those dewy eyes and delicate lips, vivaciously expecting a reaction from a respected one, I'm negligent of such philosophical contemplations." Love's appearance is a stand-separated try that is novel to every individual. "We should save these hypothetical conversations. Oblige me, sit close to me, and may we one day fail to remember the intricacies of life. I stay aware of that something should acco...

Encountered a powerful blow: : And now, after twenty years, she was dealt a powerful blow that seemed to be impossible to overcome. The emerald cuffs, which had held her with each progressive stagger, had turned dead. Inert were the precious stone-like eyes, conveying the weak impression of bountiful distress, gobbled up by the dimness of death. She, who used to pay attention to children's songs with a delicate voice settled in the delicate warmth of the twilight hug, presently confronted a quietness that overwhelmed the pleasant sound. The quiet voice had fallen quiet; the twilight face that enlightened each second with its bow radiates was lost in the reverberations of an unheard mourn. She had given in to the unseen whirlpool of despair, bound in the shackles of an unseen storm. Vulnerable, she battled against the delicate blows, as the inhumane youngster, captivated by bogus allurements, staggered forward. However, the gullible heart continued, gripping its mysterious toy, ...

   Dust and dirt on the uneven ground: : Today, on the path through the woods, he stumbled upon a large stone. Perhaps it was the impact of his collision with it that caused all the dust and dirt on the uneven ground to land in his mouth. He stood up, easing his knee, as the sound of his cough echoed from his throat. "These people on the crossroads are strange. They can't even remove such a big obstacle. Anyone can stumble upon it in an instant; the path should be clear," he grumbled. Brushing off his clothes, he moved forward and stumbled once again. Another fall, but this time there was no stone. A short distance away, his wife and his liver friend were coming towards him, talking animatedly. With disdain, his wife threw divorce papers in his direction and said, "Even after marrying me, send him away. You have created a hurdle between us. The path should be clear. And instead of standing up, he slithered into the ground."  

The Miracle of the Oven: A Tale of Hope and Redemption: : Once, an inconceivable fear started holding him, emanating from his oven. It had never ended up working. When he looked inside at this point, an unsettling sound kept coming back, scaring him. Even though the stove was on fire with wood, it seemed to be a dull, profound well. He assumed that his oven had been berated. Notwithstanding the way that he arranged bread in it, they seemed, by all accounts, to be missing any hint of the name of being cooked. Notwithstanding using more wood than various grills, his oven kept on getting colder and stood out from its accomplices. Was this the transient serenity before poop hits the fan? He couldn't comprehend. He desperately expected to free himself of this grill and articulated to his buddies that he truly needed a buyer for his shop. The city was defying trying times, with an unexplained redness above growing ordinary. These odd signs were ridiculed by some, however, when it...

     The Mysterious Oven: : The Enigmatic Oven Chronicles, a Journey into the Extraordinary: Introduction: Sort out how the proprietors centered around the story over a specific fish fry suit. A receptiveness that would alternate what's taking place befell as a result of this remarkable experience. Outline on as we impact into the spellbinding techniques with diverting into someone from this subtle barbeque. The Party of Radiance: The horrendous state of affairs, along with one bread-making plan, slipped beyond him in a town wherein the snapping of ingesting timber in grills truly dispirited the calm. Even though there has been quite a few heat and achievement on the grill, it soon released something unsightly and frightening like coordinating gathered. Despite ingesting logs' interior, it stayed quiet and frail, burdened from a maximum first-rate charmingly. The Upsetting Disclosure: Despite his assurance that this becomes stupid, the bread prepares dinner notion...

A story of two hungry men: : Companion! I've been hungry since morning," pleaded Nazir, rubbing his stomach in desperation. "You said you have been hungry since morning. I haven't eaten since last night, so I'm also hungry. Let's take a seat at the intersection; maybe somebody will give us aid," answered the penniless with a wry grin. The two of them got their asking bowls and settled at the intersection, where a bowl loaded up with aid was at that point set. "Why, what is this? Is this your territory? Here, I rule. Do you understand? The beggar exclaimed, "I distribute alms here," as he regarded Nazir with contempt. During all of this, a lady appeared, took some cash, and deriding them, she put it in the bowl of the transient, which was at that point full. "See?" she laughed inconsiderately. The two of them bowed their heads and said as one, "Indeed, even God fills the void.". The End

      Title: Critical Assistance Required for Battling Families In the midst of Coronavirus   During these difficult times, the broad infection is encouraging us to remain at home, and we are guaranteed a blissful family with a sensible pay. Nonetheless, rather than getting any help, we are told to add to the alleviation reserve. A mother, upset by the craving her youngster has persevered for two days, is seeing the battle of attempting to reassure her kid, holding him hidden from everyone else. Sorrowfully, she looks towards her better half and says, "I can't tolerate seeing our kid experience like this, you should figure out how to get food." He will carry nourishment for them with the most extreme exertion. It's smarter to capitulate to the infection than to pass on from hunger, scratching by with each horrifying second." With these words, he withdraws from the home, abandoning a frantic family. End of Story

    Muzna's literary lover: "He was profoundly infatuated with Mazna. Mazna changed into his initial soul mate. He cherished Mazna, yet he might need to never marshal the mental fortitude to communicate his affection. He endeavored a few times to illuminate Mazna everything that had been concealed inside the openings of his heart for such a long time, and afterward, constrained by the fingers of the heart, he settled on a fundamental decision. In response to her call, he contemplated writing letters to Mazna and finding a means of expressing his emotions. He wrote incessant letters, using the letter as a means of expressing his love. Consistently, he could compose a letter, upgrade it with flower petals, and convey inside the letter the total that has been stifled inside the edges of his coronary heart for farewell. Composing the letters wasn't as troublesome, however, the genuine endeavor turned into Mazna's honorable and scary character. He drove forward to record ...

  A Tale of Sacrifice and Temptation: : Not long before Eid al-Adha, Rashid Bakramandi appeared, his heart set on purchasing a mollifying goat curiously. His deeply grounded need to partake in the showing of retribution was finally fulfilled, and he offered thanks to Allah as he brought the picked goat home. Considering the sensation of intensity, Rashid envisioned the normal benefits of a fast and strong pony conveying the placating goat. Out of the blue, a voice shocked him, and he went to see a goat talking! "Is it genuine that you are talking, goat?" Rashid yelled in bewilderment. "Without a doubt, definitely: " "I'm," the goat yelled to Rashid in disbelief. "Undoubtedly, clearly: "I'm," the goat informed Rashid, spellbinding him.> The goat gave Rashid the place in exchange for saving its life as it had located a mysterious fortune there. Rashid, who had to cope with problems in his existence, discovered the argument excep...

   A Reminder of Kindness, An Uplifting Tale: : Introduction: : "Remember! The hand that gives from above is better than the one that receives from below." The story unfolds with these wise words, highlighting the importance of generosity and humility. Story: Saraj, after spreading his kindness to all of God's creation, appeared self-sufficient. The narrator poses the question: What is the significance of the hand above? The answer follows: "The hand above gives and the hand below receives." The Caliph, finding a place in the gathering, moves forward and stumbles, emphasizing the message: He emphasizes the sanctity of human creation and the significance of extending a helping hand to others, just as one would not harm one's noble self. The Caliph's successful journey in fostering a sense of unity is acknowledged by some, who appreciate his supportive gestures with his humble hands. The narrative emphasizes that Allah has created humans to...

  The Unheard Voice: :   A Story of Light and Darkness:  : In the quiet of every night, I hear his loud voice in whispers. Often, he would express his artificial anger with a booming voice. "Your name means 'light,' but why do you keep all the lights in the house on until late at night? His voice would reverberate with manufactured frustration as he inquired. And I, in my genuine irritation, would shout back, "I don't like too much bright light!" He said" He is Thankful for wherein we sit, you have not grown to become of the lighting in this room. Please, don't extinguish this one for God's sake." Then he would light a bulb in the hallway. It was a routine day. I gave no response to his statement and didn't turn off the hallway light either. I returned home from the office just ten minutes ago when a call came in. It was an emergency client. Wherever you are, get to the office soon. He checked the time. It was only six in the evening. ...

  A Tale of Connection and Wisdom: In a park nestled near an old colony, a wise old man with wrinkles etched on his face sat, his gaze focused on a distance where his son and grandson played. Witnessing their playful interactions, his eyes would light up, only to dim moments later. Intrigued, I observed this elderly figure from a distance. In his hands, he held grains for the birds, carefully feeding them as the supply dwindled. When the grains ran out, he lowered his gaze, lost in deep contemplation. A subtle smile occasionally graced his face, creating a mosaic of happiness amidst the wrinkles and lines. The play of sunlight and shadows adorned his weathered face for quite some time. I continued to ponder about this elderly man as I was once a resident of this old colony. On my first arrival, there were only a few dwellings in the colony. Over time, the colony flourished, and my routine walks in the park revealed the beauty of mornings and evenings, filled with the laught...

  The Unrelenting Flame: A Tale of Struggle, Greed, and Redemption: In the relentless grip of the same fiery struggles, Mitthu's bare feet danced on the slippery pavement, seeking refuge from the scorching heat. Positioned at the roadside, cloth in hand, he awaited the opportune moment when the traffic signal turned red, darting towards approaching cars until the signal shifted. This fiery ordeal also kindled Majida's desperation, leading her to lift her hem in an attempt to escape the persistent hunger. Stripped bare, her efforts proved futile, compelling her to lower her hem in defeat. The vibrant flames of fortune consumed the neighboring newlywed daughter-in-law, adorned in a striking red and blue ensemble. In response, Majida enveloped her in white muslin, and the father concealed her within clay-filled chambers, hoping to subdue the intensity. This relentless fire breathed vitality into the Shaida wilderness, giving rise to an untamed creature that encountered...