Score |
22
PEALAND LOVE 'anthropomorphic fiction'
<p>In Pealand Forest, where every creature carried the proud "Pea" name, lived a gentle young bird called Pealara. She was quiet, soft spoken and never liked noise. Each morning she walked to the Pea River, enjoying the calm breeze that carried the scent of fresh leaves.</p><p>But peace was hard to find.</p><p>The Peacock Prince, Peazion, always tried to impress her by spreading his long shining feathers.</p><p>“Pealara! Feast your eyes on greatness!” he would shout as his tail glowed in the sun.</p><p>The Pea Drummer, Peatone, beat his drum loudly whenever she passed.</p><p>The Pea Dancer, Peaflip, twirled and flipped around her until the werey lost balance.</p><p>Pealara sighed softly. Their noise had no meaning. Their show had no depth.</p><p>One afternoon she whispered to herself,</p><p>“Not every female gender wants attention; some of us just want stability.”</p><p>She left the noisy clearing and stepped deeper into the calm heart of Pealand Forest. There, she found someone she had never noticed before.</p><p>A quiet Pea Carpenter named Pealen was sitting on a fallen log repairing a broken nest. His feathers were plain brown, his movements slow and steady. He did not even know she was watching. He was focused on tying each branch carefully, testing its strength before placing it.</p><p>No shaking feathers. ❌</p><p>No loud voice.❌</p><p>No bragging.❌</p><p>Just consistency.✔️✅☑️</p><p>Pealara walked closer and said softly, “You work with a lot of care.”</p><p>Pealen looked up with a small, shy smile.</p><p>“In Pealand Forest, many things glitter, but the things that last are the things built slowly.”</p><p>For the first time in a long while, Pealara felt her heart rest.</p><p>She started visiting him often. They talked about simple things like rain, fruit trees and forest paths. Pealen did not try to impress her. He simply showed up every day, steady and sincere.</p><p>One evening, as the sky turned orange, Pealen said,</p><p>“Pealara… I may not shine like Peazion. I may not dance like Peaflip. But I can offer you something firm and steady.”</p><p>Pealara touched his wing gently.</p><p>“That is exactly what I want.”</p><p>And so, in the quiet corner of Pealand Forest, a love grew, not loud, not flashy, not strong, gentle and true.</p>
PEALAND LOVE 'anthropomorphic fiction'
By
Muhammad Mercurial
•
1 play
0:00 /
0:00
|
4
Other insights from Muhammad Mercurial
![PEACOCK SAYS TOMORROW IS UNKNOWN [ANTHROPOMORPHIC FICTION]](/media/cache/40/3e/403ebff72cc858dd57ae1c1ffdfbcf50.jpg)
![GENZY GENERATION TORTOISE [ANTHROPOMORPHIC FICTION]](/media/cache/e6/38/e6386c2546b0b2aa4425aa897014bddf.jpg)
Referral Earning
Points-to-Coupons
Insights for you.
Comments